‘LEAVES and brambles from hill… Come and gather!’ the children cri… ‘The sun goes down, and the night… A moonless night on the dark hills… All ways they wandered—the dry twi…

IF you happen to visit the Wester… When the summer is young and green… You can see the green of the quand… With the quandong fruit between. The fruit is the size of a plum, p…

SHE thinks aloud as she sits alon… And the magpies call in the evenin… Oh, sorrow to her with the heart o… Who stole my lover away, away! There is no peace in the light of…

ALL of a piece were the sunset li… The rose in the tree, and the gold… Beauty, the weaver, ’twas that wov… Weaving deftly, as Beauty can, Just to capture the eyes of a man,

RED she is in a robe of sable, Rosy with pictures and tales to te… She is a fairy, and yet no fable, Weaving the dreams that we love so… Out in the dark where the night-wi…

WHEN my heart goes a-roving ’Tis the wide ways for me, And the fields, and the hills, And the big, blue sea. Then ’tis far, far I wander,

AS one singled out from his fello… Enchanted I roam Through night with its music and m… And sea-sheen and foam. ’Twas Beauty herself that awoke m…

YOU of the past, are you present? Draw nearer! my heart is sore. Was yours the fall of the foot in… Was yours the face at the door? As I lifted my eyes I saw you;

ALL night a noise of leaping fish Went round the bay, And up and down the shallow sands Sang waters at their play. The mangroves drooped on salty cre…

I KNEW a ship in the magical tim… Of painted toy and nursery rhyme That quested the world with sails… And fluttered her flag in every cl… Now, once a year, when she came to…

ALL still! and, high above, the s… In cloudless, golden reign— A mirage in the quivering west— A horseman on the plain! Silent, with hand above his eyes,

THIS rose, to which each dawn an… Come bees to fill their honey-sack… Though sweet in shape, and scent,… Perfection lacks. To gain it were to crown one’s toi…

IF you had been where I have been (Grey, grey the skies above), And you had seen what I have seen… You would not laugh at love. Seek, seek till you find a rose

SHE sat on the rocks, her fireles… Teased and tired with the thoughts… And paining her sense were alien s… An alien sea and an alien shore. In gold-green dusks she glimpsed n…

THEY marshalled her lovers four… A drum at their heads, in the days… O, none could have guessed their h… They marched with such gayness in… They came to the dance place on th…