#AustralianWriters
ABOVE us hangs the jewelled nigh… And how her restful cool caresses Make us forget the weary sight Of summer’s daily wildernesses! O aching toil and hope deferred,
In the grey dawn I lie within my… Still as a frozen lake that pats n… With murmurous delight the o’erhan… Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely… For curtains I have earthen walls…
Out of the pregnant darkness, wher… To glimmering fire the watchword l… The dirge floats up from those who… High and still higher That yet shall blaze across the ve…
The world, all busy round us here… Is still unchanged: but you are tw… The mind, victorious with the risi… Steps boldly and blithely through… On greener grass where brighter fl…
While to the clarion blown by Mar… Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues o… And Shakespeare yet was tuning st… With English hawthorn crowned, in… When bright clouds melted in a sky…
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march o…
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 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…
When winter chills your aged bones As by the fire you sit and nod, You’ll hear a passing wind that mo… And think of one beneath the sod. You’ll feebly sleek your hair of g…
The Blatant Beast saw meadows, ma… Sunlit and gently asway, and held… Till each green blade grew rigid i… And ruddied with a glorious morn’s… Thou hast suffered; nor till Free…
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:
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…
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…
The heart is hard that cannot feel The bruising of a light appeal. The heart is deaf that cannot hear The splashing of a tiny tear. The heart is dumb that cannot say
Borne in the car along a crowded w… Sun-soaked, I saw the world like… Or phantom boats, upon a running t… Driven through flying fog at break… “The chain gang? Yes,” I heard a…