Christopher John Brennan

(1 November 1870 – 5 October 1932 / Sydney / Australia)


Of old, on her terrace at evening
...not some long-gone kingdom
O, folded close to her breast!...

--our gaze dwelt wide on the blackness
(was it trees? or a shadowy passion
the pain of an old-world longing
that it sobb'd, that it swell'd, that it shrank?)
--the gloom of the forest

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