Roderic Quinn Poems
- The Lotus-Flower All the heights of the high shores gleam ...
- Doing Nothing WITH the sorrow on me Neighbours come and go ...
- God's Answer BANNISTER, who lived for gain, Counting love ...
- An Empty Room 'THIS is the room where Pinksie died'; So runs...
- Stars In The Sea I took a boat on a starry night and went ...
- A Wardrobe I SAID 'The dark deed matters nought, And this ...
- At The Tide's Will WHEN the tide came surging in To the ...
Roderic Quinn (brother of Patrick Edward Quinn) was born in Sydney. His Irish parents had migrated, in 1853, to Australia. He received his education in Sydney together with his life long friends C.J.Brennan and E.J.Brady. He studied law for a while, then worked as a country schoolteacher. When he returned to Sydney he took a position as a freelance journalist. He wrote short stories for the 'Bulletin', and made a modest living from his poetry from the 1890s to the mid 1920s. His work was extremely appreciated by his contemporaries. He was linked with Victor Daly as poets of the 'Celtic Twilight'. more »
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All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;
A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.
Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.
Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,