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'Tis a very sad thing to be true,That so soon as our years are not very few,We cannot say simply -- "My Friends," even whileThe cheek may be decked in a fair-weather smile,And be, at the same time, exemptFrom a twinge of contempt

"Misery"

© Charles Harpur

As the moaning wild waves everFret around some lonely isle,There are griefs that no endeavorStilleth even for awhile,Beating at my heart for ever --Beating at it now;Beating at my heart -- and achingUpward to my brow

A Mid-summer Noon in the Australian Forest

© Charles Harpur

Not a bird disturbs the air,There is quiet everywhere;Over plains and over woods.What a mighty stillness broods.

Lines and Figures

© Charles Harpur

There is no curve of sea or sky,No turn of hill-top far defined,Without some fitness for the eye,Some meaning for the mind.

The Hours in Final Chorus

© Charles Harpur

Night Hours.Where's the young BardWho sang of his loneliness yesternightIn such strains as, when heard,Drew a cloud o'er the rising moon's light?

The Distance of the Dead

© Charles Harpur

How distant in a moment are the dead! Round Mamre's Cave, four thousand years ago,A long procession up from Egypt led, Closed mourning, like a sable cloud of woe

The Apple of Eden

© Charles Harpur

St. Louis Blues

I hate to see de evening sun go downHate to see de evenin' sun go downCause ma baby he done lef dis town

Beale Street Blues

I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the BourseThe seven wonders of the world I've seenAnd many are the places I have been

The Song of an Exile

I have seen the Cliffs of Dover And the White Horse on the Hill; I have walked the lanes, a rover; I have dreamed beside the rill: I have known the fields awaking To the gentle touch of Spring; The joy of morning breaking, And the peace your twilights bring