#Australians
Shyly the silver-hatted mushrooms… Soft entrance through, And undelivered lovers, half awake… Hear noises in the dew Yellow in all the earth and in the…
Three women walked upon a road, And the first said airily, “Of all the trees in all the world Which is the loving tree?” The second said, “My eyes have se…
Oh ’twas a poor country, in Autum… The only green was the cutting gra… Oh, the thin wheat and the brown o… But down in the poor country no pa… My wealth it was the glow that liv…
HAVE you ever been down to my co… Where the trees are green and tall… The days are long and the heavens… But the people there are small. There is no work there; it is alwa…
In the dim counties we take the long calm Lilting no haziness, sequel or psalm. The little street wenches,
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes cou… —A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the Orange Tre… —Is it, I said, of east or west?
Let your song be delicate. The skies declare No war—the eyes of lovers Wake everywhere. Let your voice be delicate.
QUIETLY as rosebuds Talk to thin air, Love came so lightly I knew not he was there. Quietly as lovers
ALL singers have shadows That follow like fears, But I know a singer Who never saw tears; A gay love—a green love—
When you go underground with all y… Your kindly lies and your ridiculo… You shall not ever fear to face ag… The strong man’s rage, the woman w… Nor song nor sigh will beat upon y…
The bird is my neighbour, a whimsi… There is in the lake a nobility fa… The bird is a noble, he turns to t… And the ripples are thoughts comin… The bird is both ancient and excel…
Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly… The poor pass to the pond: not far… The spires go up to God. Shyly they come from the unpainted… Coats have they made of old unhapp…
A pleasant shady place it is, a pl… The township folk go up and down,… Along the river lies my world, a d… I sit and learn - I cannot go; th… But Granny she has seen the world…
Beauty imposes reverence in the S… Grave as the urge within the honey… It wounds us as we sing. Beauty is joy that stays not overl… Clad in the magic of sincerities,
In the far days, when every day wa… Fear was upon me and the fear was… Ere I had learned the recompense… In the dim days I trembled, for I… God was above me, always frowning…
