#AustralianWriters
A timid child with heart oppressed By images of sin, I slunk into the bush for rest, And found my fairy kin. The fire I carried kept me warm:
What imps are these that come with… Black motes upon the morning’s amb… They crowd and float about each ha… And blow upon pure joy the taint o… Perforce those muttered hideous wo…
Alone I sit in the dusk and see Surely the living faces, dear to m… Of comrades who have thrown All that they had, the fruit of al…
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping… Sky-line broken by stirring trees, Grey rocks hither and shoreward sl… Silent bracken about my knees. Dusky scrub where the sunlight spl…
‘There is no place,' he said, ‘For love or pity here; We dread and only dread The moods that once were dear. ‘We break the ancient spell,
Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…
Hail and farewell to those who fou… Not laughingly adventurous, nor pa… With idiot hatred, nor to fill the… Of racial selfishness and patriot… But merely that their own souls ro…
Beside the path, on either hand, To keep the garden beds, The rusted iron pickets stand Thin shafts and pointed heads. And straight my spirit swooping go…
The beast exultant spreads the nos… Snuffing a sickly hate-enkindling… Proud of his rage, on sudden carna… He leaps, and flings the helpless… Again, again the hills are gapped…
O Merlin, how the magic from your… Bids the world flame about your id… And makes a marvel of the humming… The watchful bush, the starry-haun… Dear, do you know that all such ma…
One very rough day on the Pride o… In the scuppers a poor little cabi… When the Bosun drew nigh with wra… And gave him a kick to remember hi… As he cried with a sneer: “What g…
Once more the Christian festival… And I, for whom each day repeats… Continuously in ecstasy of praise, Love’s birthday lasting through th… Am dreaming how the spirit draws m…
From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee And cowered or grovelled prostrate… Now come once more to sing A dirge before thee, King,
Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;
O wistful eyes that haunt the gloo… Are you my own, remembered from th… I sat before my glass in dumb affr… And saw my cowering soul afraid to… Perhaps you are his, foreshadowed,…
