John Sandes Poems
- The Children Of The Mist Through the valleys, softly creeping...
- The Old Pioneers Ah, these old friends of ours! Sixty years ...
- The Earth-Mother Cometh a voice:—‘My children, hear; From ...
- Australians To The Front From the Scheldt to the ...
- Anzac Say not that they are dead who fell By Anzac's storied...
- `with Death's Prophetic Ear' Lay my rifle here beside me, set...
John Sandes (26 February 1863 – 29 November 1938) was an Australian journalist and author.
Sandes was born in Cork, Ireland the son of the Rev. Samuel Dickson Sandes, and his wife Sophia Julia, née Besnard. John Sandes was taken to England in 1872 and educated at King's College London, Trinity College, Stratford-on-Avon, and Oxford University, where he graduated B.A. in ... more »
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The Children Of The Mist
Through the valleys, softly creeping
‘Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed,
see the cloud-forms seeking, peeping
For the loved ones that are lost.
Not for storm or sunshine resting,
Will they slacken or desist,
Or grow weary in their questing
For the children of the mist.
Where are those children hiding?
Surely they will soon return,
In the gorge again abiding
‘Mid the myrtle and the fern.
Ah! the dusky forms departed
Nevermore will keep their tryst,
And the clouds, alone, sad-hearted,
mourn the Children of the Mist.