Poems by Dora Wilcox
The Call of the Bush
... Flings through the dark its beacon-light - ...
An Evening
... Yea, stillness rests, O Tried and True, &emsp ...
In London
... Whom Death has stolen, or Life estranged from me, - ...
The Wattle Tree
... surely he Loves mankind who loves a Tree! ...
Liebesweh
... Ah, my heart, those sweet Septembers! &emsp ...
