Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

81. A Grey Day 4/16/2010
82. At The Tide's Will 4/16/2010
83. After Cattle 4/16/2010
84. The Lotus-Flower 1/4/2003
85. Stars In The Sea 1/1/2004
86. An Empty Room 4/16/2010
87. God's Answer 4/16/2010
88. Doing Nothing 4/16/2010
89. A Wardrobe 4/16/2010
90. A Song Of Keats 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 Camp Within The West

O DID you see a troop go by
Way-weary and oppressed,
Dead kisses on the drooping lip
And a dead heart in the breast?

Yea, I have seen them one by one
Way-weary and oppressed,
And when I asked them, ‘Whither speed?’
They answered, ‘To the West!’

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