Poems by Dorothea Mackellar
My Country
... Though earth holds many splendours, ...
Fire
... To yield the heat of the flame, ...
The Dreamer
... Leave him alone till his fool's heart breaks: ...
The Waiting Life
... Tranquil it breathes, and waits, I know, ...
An Old Song
... The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away ...
In A Southern Garden
... Of a green as pale as beryls, like the strange faint-coloured flame &emsp ...
Dawn
... On the grass-blades spread far and wide - ...
The Open Sea
... Clearer far the sea-gulls cry &emsp ...
Colour
... With scarlet flame, and cool green jade, and moonstones ...
The Colours Of Light
... . . Sugar-gum boles flushed to peach-blow pink ...
Burning Off
... The young horned moon has gone from the sky, ...
Australia's Men
... Clean aims, rare faculties, strength and youth, ...
