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The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
&n…
October 20, 2016
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithle…
October 20, 2016
The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near b…
October 20, 2016
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as…
October 20, 2016
Rain will fall on the fading flowers,
…
October 20, 2016
