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We climbed that hill	A
The road flushed red in pride	B
At being beauty's boundary Either side	B
Stretched beauty beauty ever beauty still	A
For on the left	C
Rose sandhills bound together by the deft	C
Long fingers of sea grass	D
Humped like the Punch and Judy of a farce	E
Comical cleft	C
With gaps for wind to pass	D
Spotted	F
With dark	G
Clumped tea tree stark	G
With rushes fierce with burrs	D
Blotted	F
With purple earth	H
Stains remnants marks of birth	H
On too exuberant beauty	I
On the right	J
Long paddocks stooped under a cloudy sky	K
'They're lovely paddocks Look at them ' you said	L
I turned my head	L
What I'd thought gray	M
Was seen	N
To be the young beginning of live green	N
Under a spray	M
Of ghostly weed stalks lilacs mauves and blues	D
At interplay	M
A delicate tracery of shadow hues	D
'There's colour ' I began	O
And straightway knew	P
I saw what you	P
Saw not and yet your vision was not mine	Q
Your eyes were on the line	Q
The sweep and curve of the fields against the sky	K
You'd heard	R
My poor beginning of a word	R
I had no more to praise	D
An unfamiliar loveliness To gaze	D
Was all my praise	D
At the hilltop it was your turn to say	M
'There's colour ' You had found	S
Silver and gold on my Tom Tiddler's ground	S
At the roadside	B
A clump of grasses all	T
Caught round a little bush and tangled tied	B
With unimagined colours people call	T
Green when they see them This was treasure spied	B
By your eyes with my soul	U
You'd liked the whole	U
Broad sweep of things had scarcely seen such small	T
Jewel incidents until	A
I showed you who had never watched a hill	A
Remote in contemplation 'neath far far skies	D
Except with eyes	D
That had no mind to see	I
A present beauty only what might be	I
If distance were annihilate	V
And then	W
Where the road crossed the creek we could not cross	D
We found again	W
Our power of sight redoubled by the loss	D
Of what I'd planned	X
You said it was no sense	D
To pull off shoes and fasten up a skirt	Y
And plunge through dirt	Y
And mud	F
And water water	Z
Muddy	I
Ruddy	I
As zinnias and paint water and a flood	F
Of heavy auburn hair We'd better go	A2
Round by the beach	B2
Not by the cliffs to reach	B2
That farthest cliff	C2
I wanted to see tower	Z
Above the waves in colour and in power	Z
More solid than the sky	K
And so	A2
We turned	D2
Seaward among the sea grass I had learned	D2
Some of your alien sense of beauty line	Q
Preferred to colour distance to the near	E2
For it was I	K
Who saw	D
The lovely curve of the creek	F2
But the whole shore	G2
Yellow untrodden more	G2
The loveliest thing of our whole lovely week	F2
For subtle curve unbroken surface than	O
For colour this wide shore	G2
Was yours and mine	Q
And yours and mine the foam	H2
When it would shine	Q
Flower coloured in a glint of sun But mine	Q
The hurry	I
And swift scurry	I
Of wind blown tea tree up the cliff	C2
We gave	I2
A double dower	J2
Of beauty to each wave	I2
That trailed its hair in the wind before it broke	K2
For all the power	Z
Of alien philosophies awoke	K2
Our power of sight	J
You still proclaim the far	L2
Eternal unity of things that are	L2
Like Plato and the mountains I prefer	Z
Inchoate beauty for my part aver	Z
Plurality essential am content	M2
To find a gain in difference in a while	N2
Admit there's gain in union Argument	O2
Recurs Oh well at any rate we know	A2
That walk was lovely	I
Ecstasies of mind	P2
And subtle mysteries of sight combined	P2
With the dear love of friends to make it so	A2

Lesbia Harford

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