Born in Yorkshire, Bayldon emigrated to Queensland in 1891 after having travelled extensively in Europe, the United States and India. A poet before he ..
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The weary wind is slumbering on the wing: Leaping from out meek twilight's purpling blue Burns the proud star of eve as though it knew It was the big king jewel quivering On the black turban of advancing night. In the dim west the soldiers of the sun Strike all their royal colours one by one, Reluctantly surrender every height.
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Sunset by Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon