The Measure (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
Must the young blood for ever flow?Shall the wide wounds no closing know?Is hate the only lantern of the stars,And ...
Must the young blood for ever flow?Shall the wide wounds no closing know?Is hate the only lantern of the stars,And ...
My garden was a wilderness Of weeds that mimicked woes: And then love came, and at a touch Each weed ...
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