Poems by Arthur Henry Adams
Grey Eyes.
... Bride's eyes! Hearts still were waiting for my own ...
The Perfect Present.
... No. I have kissed you! And the brief warm flower ...
Love And Life.
... Yet, ere I leave for aye your perfumed close, I pluck ...
Sydney Nocturnes.
... TO Day she would not show her charms ...
My Love.
... She has soft, smooth cheeks that flame ...
A Portrait.
... She strides through circumstance a queen! ...
The Coming Of Te Rauparaha.
... how then Dare he lead when sons of chieftains falter ...
The Four Queens (Maoriland).
... But forth From deep, dark eyes, that dreaming seem to be, ...
Rain In The Bush.
... The fern-fronds shiver when they feel ...
Fleet Street
... There, from the gaping presses hurled, &emsp ...
The Parade.
... See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound, ...
To You.
... The crescent of your imperious chin, and the little moist mouth that cries ...
Civilization
... Till spring comes troubling them, and they unleap, ...
A.d. 19 ?
... And white face peers at white face, and no breath ...
A Woman's Farewell.
... Farewell! Now all the world I fashioned round me falls ...
