Rolf Boldrewood

(1826 - 1915 / Australia)

Poems of Rolf Boldrewood

1. Perdita 1/1/2004
2. The Bushman’s Lullaby 4/21/2010


She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair
And eyes that are stormy with fitful light,
The delicate hues of brow and cheek
Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright;
That matchless frame yet holds at bay
The crouching bloodhounds, Remorse, Decay.

There is no fear in her great dark eyes --
No hope, no love, no care,

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