Poems of Dorothea Mackellar
|1.||An Old Song||8/31/2010|
|7.||In A Southern Garden||8/31/2010|
|9.||The Colours Of Light||8/31/2010|
|11.||The Open Sea||8/31/2010|
|12.||The Waiting Life||8/31/2010|
An Old Song
The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.
My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride -
A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside.
The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.