#AustralianWriters
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;
How many years, how many years hav… Since in the cool dim parlour sat… Lawson and I and, lounging easily… The beaming indolent poet! Then i… Of labouring weary at the mill, we…
Nurse not your grief, nor make obs… When I have shed this flesh I lov… Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bru… Nor carve my name in customary sto… But let the generous earth reclaim…
He looks beyond the veils of night… He hearkens in the silence, and ha… The ancient woods by dryad singing… To mortal ears how thin and far aw… With what gross laughter yet he tu…
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,
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…
When fires have burnt your forest… And you are parched and dizzy, and… For pools in dust unvisited of rai… And shamble, lost, along a shimmer… This is the comfort of the world:…
Grant me a moment of peace, Let me but open mine eyes, Forgetting the empire of lies And warfare’s majestic increase Of national folly and hate;
He, born of my girlhood, is dead,… Ere the breasts where his baby lip… We part. He was mine, he was here… My son who could trample on fear,… As I sat in the darkness, it seem…
Yonder, with eyes that tears, not… With ears the wide world’s thickne… We see tumultuous miseries that ha… The night’s dead watches, hear the… Of ruin shrieking through the musi…
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 cold green rocks and lapping w… Are all my world as here I sit With downcast eye and heart that c… The bush and blue sky over it. The tide of years is washing by,
Where yonder ruddy-misted star Is tumbling down the placid sky The people’s aims were not so high As our heroic motives are; To love and trust they set a bar,
In what pearl-paven mossy cave By what green sea Art thou reclining, virgin of the… In realms more full of splendid my… Than that strong northern flood wh…
Good friend of mine, you feel with… Your blood grows hot by sympathy With something that I say or do; Then speak—I want a word from you… Let not the silence wrap you round