The Box-Tree’s Love (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in ...
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn, When the sleepy songsters prune Their dewy vestments on ...
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