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
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

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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Mid-Forest Fear


SHE is standing at the gate,
Tall and sweet,
And although the hour be late
She will greet
Me, her lover,
Smiling over
Absent mind and tardy feet.

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