I would be dismal with all the fin… But I can talk plainly to you, yo… Here in the heart of September th… Of the hot happy sound of the shea… Soon would I tire of all riches o…

HAVE you ever been down to my co… Where the trees are green and tall… The days are long and the heavens… But the people there are small. There is no work there; it is alwa…

Three women walked upon a road, And the first said airily, “Of all the trees in all the world Which is the loving tree?” The second said, “My eyes have se…

O HEART of Spring! Spirit of light and love and joyou… So soon to faint beneath the fiery… Still smiles the Earth, eager for… Welcome art thou, soever short thy…

The bird is my neighbour, a whimsi… There is in the lake a nobility fa… The bird is a noble, he turns to t… And the ripples are thoughts comin… The bird is both ancient and excel…

A certain old maid at Port Victor had many strange pets to afflict h… her Kangaroos fought with the emus she caught and when she protested, they kicke…

Oh ’twas a poor country, in Autum… The only green was the cutting gra… Oh, the thin wheat and the brown o… But down in the poor country no pa… My wealth it was the glow that liv…

Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly… The poor pass to the pond: not far… The spires go up to God. Shyly they come from the unpainted… Coats have they made of old unhapp…

A pleasant shady place it is, a pl… The township folk go up and down,… Along the river lies my world, a d… I sit and learn - I cannot go; th… But Granny she has seen the world…

On the blue plains in wintry days The stately birds move in the danc… Keen eyes have they, and quaint ol… On the blue plains in wintry days. The Wind, their unseen Piper, pla…

THE STARS are pale. Old is the Night, his case is gri… His strength doth fail. Through stilly hours The dews have draped with love’s o…

When he was old and thin And knew not night or day He would sit up to say Something of the fire within. How woefully his chin

In the far days, when every day wa… Fear was upon me and the fear was… Ere I had learned the recompense… In the dim days I trembled, for I… God was above me, always frowning…

ALL singers have shadows That follow like fears, But I know a singer Who never saw tears; A gay love—a green love—

Let your song be delicate. The skies declare No war—the eyes of lovers Wake everywhere. Let your voice be delicate.