Arthur Maquarie Poems
- Autumn Eve The yellow poplar leaves have strown Thy quiet ...
- Of Taking Things Easy TELL me what boots to battle, when the ...
- Brittania's Throne MIRROR of the trackless sky, Priestess...
- Love's Palace IF the woodland and the heath, And the ...
- Of Glory WHO will persuade me that one perfect song Is ...
- Rhapsody LOVERS, are you faring forth? Will you seek the...
Arthur Maquarie was born in Dubbo, NSW, as Arthur Frank Macquarie Mullens, later changed his name by deed poll. After graduating from the University of Sydney in 1895 he worked in England as a freelance writer, in Italy as a teacher of English, and also lived in France and Spain; he was active in the Royal Society of Literature and organised the British committee which promoted intellectual harmony among the Allies in the First World War. He wrote several plays on medieval subjects and several volumes of lyrical verse, but is most significant for the assistance he provided to Henry Lawson in London in 1900-1; as well as writing articles about Lawson which helped introduce him to literary ... more »
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The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest,
So deep thy rest.
Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet,
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought
I lay aside for passing feet,
Thou needest nought,
Thou needest, needest nought.
The grapes are gather'd from the hills,
The wood is piled, the song bird gone,
The breath of early evening chills;
My love, my love, sleep on;
My love, my love, sleep on