My body is a flower, a leaf of lightThe good white day once gave the happy night;A gracious melody the years still chime,Scented with all the woman-bloom of Time.And yet I am the mother of all thingsDrifting and floating on the earth's green wings;I give to God child-worlds of mist and starBecause my love dreams all the things that are.First published in The Sydney Mail, 7 June 1922Author referenc