#AustralianWriters
I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: the wildwood of adventurous though…
And does she still perceive, her c… white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish’d with the untold appro… or in the wooing forenoon softly p… where of our little friends
Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tro… go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dr… 0 happy wind, thou that in her war…
MY heart was wandering in the san… a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. Surely, I said, my heart shall tu…
Deep mists of longing blur the lan… as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might lea… its old caress upon my hand— for sure this floating world of dr…
How old is my heart, how old, how… and did I ever go forth with song… I seem to have trod on many ways:… I know not how many homes; and to… was still to leave a portion of mi…
Where the poppy-banners flow in and out amongst the corn, spotless morn ever saw us come and go hand in hand, as girl and boy
Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-massed or scattered pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…
Secreta Silvarum: Prelude Oh yon, when Holda leaves her hil… of winter, on the quest of June, black oaks with emerald lamplets t… that flicker forth to her magic tu…
The tuberose thickens the air: a s… lies close on open’d calyx and sli… thro’ all the garden bosom-bound b… dense night that hangs, her own pe… no star: and heaven and earth, see…
Of old, on her terrace at evening ‘ not here ' in some long-gone… oh, folded close to her breast! Our gaze dwelt wide on the blackne… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…
Deep in my hidden country stands a… and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill… thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day’s ga…
Thou cricket, that at dusk in the… all that, alack! my sickly garden… silverest the brown air with thy l… now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, d… the home my exiled heart hath some…
If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speec… No mouths would wander each to eac… Were spirits free from mortal mesh