Mary Eliza Fullerton
Mary Eliza Fullerton (14 May 1868 - 23 February 1946) was an Australian writer.
Fullerton was born in Glenmaggie, Victoria, was educated at home by her mother and at the local state school. After leaving school she stayed on her parents property, until she moved to Melbourne in her early twenties. She was active in the women's suffrage movement from the 1890s and early 1900s. During ... more »
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Mary Eliza Fullerton Poems
The Selector’s Wife
The quick compunction cannot serve; She saw the flash, Ere he had bent with busy hand And drooping lash.
A Man's a Sliding Mood
Ardent in love and cold in charity, Loud in the market, timid in debate: Scornful of foe unbuckled in the dust
To be unloved brings sweet relief: The strong adoring eyes Play the eternal thief
Parasite lichen Lies grey on the years; Lily buries herself When winter appears.
At an old water-hole, Bones lay in the hide And teeth gibbered up
My annals have it so: A thing my mother saw, Nigh eighty years ago, With happiness and awe.
O BOWL that held the hot imprisoned fire, Cup where the sacred essence used to burn— That fluent essence that shall ne’er return—
Civilization said long ago, “Man is fixt and set, Unchanging now, Amid the fret
Shall they not praise the cogs, Praise the pistons and wheels, And still be poets To whom appeals
I have seen a gum-tree, Scarred by the blaze Of the pioneer axe,
Nina’s cross: her alphabet Flung upon the floor. Hoity toity! in a pet, Wanting something more.
If I let go my strength To hold your twisted strand, It could but sear at length, And hurt my coward hand.
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The Selector’s Wife
The quick compunction cannot serve;
She saw the flash,
Ere he had bent with busy hand
And drooping lash.
She saw him mark for the first time,
With critic eye,
What five years’ heavy toil had done
’Neath roof and sky.
And always now so sensitive
Her poor heart is,
That moment will push in between
His kindest kiss.
The moment when he realised
Her girlhood done—
The truth her glass had long revealed
Of beauty gone.
Until some future gracious flash
Shall let each know
That that which drew and holds him yet
Shall never go.