To you, all these wild weeds
and wind flowers of my life,
I bring, my lord,
and lay them at your feet;
they are not frankincense
or myrrh,
but you were Krishna, Christ and Dionysus
in your beauty, tenderness and strength.
From: Prichard, Katharine Susannah, Child of the Hurricane: An Autobiography, 1963, Angus and Robertson: Sydney, p. 261.
(https://archive.org/details/childofhurricane0000pric/)
Date: 1932
By: Katharine Susannah Prichard (1883-1969)