Here you will find the Poem Wild Flowers Of Australia of poet Caroline Carleton
Oh say not that no perfume dwells; The wilding flowers among, Say not that in the forest dells Is heard no voice of song. The air is laden with the scent Borne from the clustering flower, With which the wattle is besprent; Like Danae?s golden shower. And silv?ry wattles bending low, Sweet incense scatter far? When night-winds kiss the pensile bough, Beneath the evening star. And there are flowers of varying dye; Now white, now blushing red, Their beauteous blossoms charm the eye, And fragrant odours shed. There?s perfume breath?d from Austral flowers,? And melody is there Not such as in far Albion?s bowers Falls on th? accustom?d ear. But thrilling snatches of wild song, Pour?d forth from lonely glen? Where winds the hidden creek along Far from the haunts of men. And hoarser notes in wild woods heard Sound like strange harmonies, As flashes past the bright-winged bird Gleaming in azure skies. Then say not that no perfume dwells, The wilding flowers among; Say not that in the forest dells Is heard no voice of song!
