The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
The Survival Of The Gods1 TwilightThe gods of Nature abdicateWhen man intrudes too far:The Dryad leaves her woodland state,And ...
CAN we not consecrate To man and God above This volume of our great Supernal tide of love? 'Twere wrong ...
Where is Australia, singer, do you know? These sordid farms and joyless factories, Mephitic mines and lanes of pallid woe? ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
Heard, from the speaking stones that strewThe hillside of Success;From spheres whose harmonies anewCan those who listen bless;From breaths of ...
This love, that dares not warm before its flameOur yearning hands, or from its tempting treeYield fruit we may consume, ...
Yet what were Love if man remains unfree,And woman's sunshine sordid merchandise:If children's Hope is blasted ere they seeIts shoots ...
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