BY the slowly flowing river Lies the old, shadowed walk, Where the lovers, two and two, Ere the falling of the dew, Of the sweetest thing on earth in…

WHERE was no shadow on the land, No cloud in heaven’s dome, When, bearded man and beardless bo… Our hearts alight with morning joy… Across the hills of Duckmaloi

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

WHEN I went to live in the littl… That stands on the hilltop alone, What touched me most of all Was neither roof nor wall, But the smooth, worn face of its o…

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…

IN wood-hollows mate the swallows… On the house-tops sparrows marry; Where’s the laggard that would tar… When the Spring is up and doing, And the doves of Love are cooing?

THEY met in the old conventional… And married, and that was the end Of a little matter that touched th… A girl, a man, and his friend. You see, when he saw her great blu…

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;

THE saltbush steeped in drowsy st… The mulga seems to swoon, A hawk hangs poised within the bur… And it is noon. The river-gums, their leaf-pores c…

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…

‘THIS is the room where Pinksie… So runs the writing there on the w… The world outside is a golden tide Of light, but here the shadows fal… And who was Pinksie—a babe or wif…

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,

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…

O CAPTAIN of the Great Event, Which yet shall dew with crimson d… The green coasts of our continent, I know not where to look for you! I know when doom shall mass about

O DID you see a troop go by Way-weary and oppressed, Dead kisses on the drooping lip And a dead heart in the breast? Yea, I have seen them one by one