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The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
&n…
October 20, 2016
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithle…
October 20, 2016
The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near b…
October 20, 2016
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing
&nb…
October 20, 2016
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as…
October 20, 2016
Rain will fall on the fading flowers,
…
October 20, 2016