The Maid of Gerringong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Arise to birth with me, my brother.Give me your hand out of the depthssown by your sorrows.You will not return ...
beside me in this gardenare huge and daisy-like(why not? are notoxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),shrubby and thick-stalked,the leaves pointing upthe stems ...
I hail and bless thy presence, month most dearIn the round cycle of the rolling year;Thy grave, sweet aspect, silent ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...
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