Poems by Leon Gellert
The Dead
... Old cares Have dropped, and left no drooping wonder ...
The River
... Swift with the dawn she rises, quick and cold, ...
The Bush Lover
... "Ill stay with theses, he says "and these ...
The Cripple
... and yet, when death was near to one, twas then ...
A Night Attack
... Long-tired with time, is pitched and overwrought ...
The Gecko
... Yet underneath its skin, we're told, ...
Again the Clash is East
... With scattered dead once more, and wild with cries ...
Dreams of France
... Bear strong thy shield above thine outraged breast ...
The Christmas Beetle
... Then watch some sparrows, frail and lowly, ...
The Jester In The Trench
... And creeping smiles, - then suddenly turned pale, ...
A Song
... And breath the night, for night like these are few ...
The Influence Of Lust
... please, But now long overworked with dabbling men, ...
The Old and the New
... Mars! Mars! Thy clashing sword was keen ...
Lemnos Revisited
... Loud alarms And trampling tread have left thee stained and torn, ...
These Men
... These men know life know death a little more ...
