Poems (Storrie)/A Northern Plain
A northern Plain, South Australia.
O wide, wide plain that winneth thought to thee,
What is thy charm and what thy potency
To weary hearts like mine? I love, I love
To dream of thee, Heaven's azure arch above
Is not more free, across thy great expanse
The sunshine lies as if a magic trance
Detained it, and a soft gray monotone—
The hue of dreams—enfolds thee, and the moan
Of night-winds o'er thee, when a silver flood
Invades thee, stirs the hearer's frighted blood
To weird delight. Thy limitless repose
Upon my heart like mesmerism grows.
Ah me! to steep my spirit once again
In thy enchanted calm—oh! Northern Plain.
What is thy charm and what thy potency
To weary hearts like mine? I love, I love
To dream of thee, Heaven's azure arch above
Is not more free, across thy great expanse
The sunshine lies as if a magic trance
Detained it, and a soft gray monotone—
The hue of dreams—enfolds thee, and the moan
Of night-winds o'er thee, when a silver flood
Invades thee, stirs the hearer's frighted blood
To weird delight. Thy limitless repose
Upon my heart like mesmerism grows.
Ah me! to steep my spirit once again
In thy enchanted calm—oh! Northern Plain.