Poems by Arthur Henry Adams
From Wellington Terrace.
... That faintly through the darkness thrills, ...
A Song Of Failure.
... Here is this world we must live in ...
The Anarchist.
... . . With eyes and soul close shut be swift, relief! ...
The Australian
... His childish features frozen stern, &emsp ...
On The Sands.
... But the night swept down, with its shroud of black, ...
King Street.
... The hearts look out, so seared, so grey! ...
Blossom.
... All things were blossom, and God thrilled at that flower's birth ...
To The Best Of Women, My Mother
... My heart in the chill of the world grows cold, Mother o' mine! ...
Nemesis
... A quiet pall The mother draws over those she loves-and kills ...
To One Slain In Absence.
... So you have gone, large-eyed, across the Night, ...
After Long Years.
... I took mine: A word may not our severed lives entwine, ...
The Stars.
... I fear The myriad eyes that through the ether peer, ...
My Land.
... Filled with the whispers of old thoughts that stir ...
Reminiscence.
... over all The warm, pervading sunshine seems to print ...
Sydney
... Her long lean fingers, with their grey-old nails, ...
