Louisa Lawson Poems
|1.||To A Bird||9/7/2012|
|4.||The Poet's Page||9/7/2012|
|10.||The Hill Of Death||9/7/2012|
|13.||A Friend In Need||9/7/2012|
|14.||To A Libertine||9/7/2012|
|17.||A Birthday Wish||9/7/2012|
|19.||A Woman's Love||9/7/2012|
|21.||Light In Darkness||9/7/2012|
|22.||An Australian Song||9/7/2012|
|25.||The Digger's Daughter||9/7/2012|
The Digger's Daughter
The waratah has stained her cheek,
Her lips are even brighter;
Like virgin quartz without a streak
Her teeth are, but far whiter.
Her eyes are large, and soft, and dark,
And clear as running water;
And straight as any stringy bark
Is Lil, the digger's daughter.
She'll wash a prospect quick and well,
And deftly use the ladle;
The weight of gold at sight she'll tell,
And work with tub and cradle.
She was her father's only mate,
And wound up wash and water;
She worked all day and studied late,
And all she knows he taught her.
She stood ...
To A Bird
Bright little warbler of the air.
The world to thee I ween is fair,
And free thy life from shade of care,
So gaily dost thou sing.
While from thy happy throat are sent,
Those floods of song in ravishment,
Thou shamest me without intent,
Sad mourner that I be.
But birdie dear, didst thou but see