Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

81. The Vigil 4/16/2010
82. The Voices Of The Rain 4/16/2010
83. The Voyagers 4/16/2010
84. The Year's End 4/16/2010
85. They Shall Come Home 4/16/2010
86. Tidings 4/16/2010
87. Twilight And Peace 4/16/2010
88. Two Pictures 4/16/2010
89. Western Camps 4/16/2010
90. With The Quandongs 4/16/2010
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A Song Of Keats

'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.
And this written (see, O see!
How old Time has made it dim)
'For one song Keats gave to me
I kneel down and worship him.'
He who wrote these lines is dust;
All of him is passed away;
Some hand closed his eyes, I trust,
Drew the blind to darken day.
Did lips kiss him at the end,
Love-lips tremulous yet brave?
Had he mistress, child, or friend
To sow green grass upon his grave?
Nay, we know not — it is long
Since he tired of ...

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The Hidden Tide

WITHIN the world a second world
That circles ceaselessly:
Stars in the sky and sister stars—
Turn in your eyes and see!

Tides of the sea that rise and fall,
Aheave from Pole to Pole—
And kindred swayings, veiled but felt,
That noise along the soul.

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