Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

The moonlight flutters from the sky To meet her at the door, A little ghost, whose steps have passed Across the creaking floor.…

I span and Eve span A thread to bind the heart of man; But the heart of man was a wandering thing That came and went with little to bring:…

IT’S singin’ in an’ out, An’ feelin’ full of grace; Here ’n’ there, up an’ down, An’ round about th’ place.…

I have grown past hate and bitterness, I see the world as one; But though I can no longer hate, My son is still my son.…

Sons of the mountains of Scotland, Welshmen of coomb and defile, Breed of the moors of England, Children of Erin's green isle,…

"I'm old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say.…

O, singer in brown! O, bird o' th' morn! O, heart of delight In th' deep o' th' thorn!…

Deep in the meadow grass Easy stand the cattle, Lightly lock the young bulls In a mimic battle,…

They grouped together about the chief And each one looked at his mate, Ashamed to think that Australian men Should meet such bitter fate!…

IT’S gettin’ bits o’ posies, ’N’ feelin’ mighty good; A-thrillin’ ’cause she loves you, An’ wond’rin’ why she should;…

Though leaves have fallen long since, The wagtails flirt and flit, Glad in the morning sun; While, on the knotted quince,…

Harried we were, and spent, broken and falling, ere as the cranes we went, crying and calling.…