• Over the edge of the purple down,

        Where the single lamplight gleams,

    Know ye the road to the Merciful Town

        That is hard by the Sea of Dreams—

    Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,

        And the sick may forget to weep?

    But we—pity us! Oh, pity...

  • Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!

    Was the Leopard — bold?

    Deserts — never rebuked her Satin —

    Ethiop — her Gold —

    Tawny — her Customs —

    She was Conscious —

    Spotted — her Dun Gown —

    This was the Leopard's nature — Signor —

    Need — a keeper — frown?


    Pity — the...

  • I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better,

    Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,

    He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,

    Just on spec, addressed as follows, “Clancy, of The Overflow”.

     

    And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,

    (...

  • Climbing to reach the costly Hearts

    To which he gave the worth,

    He broke them, fearing punishment

    He ran away from Earth —

  • When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,

    He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;

    But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,

    Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!


    Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,

    We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;

    There's somebody there...

  • Cocoon above! Cocoon below!

    Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so

    What all the world suspect?

    An hour, and gay on every tree

    Your secret, perched in ecstasy

    Defies imprisonment!


    An hour in Chrysalis to pass,

    Then gay above receding grass

    A Butterfly to go!

    A moment to...

  • Color — Caste — Denomination —

    These — are Time's Affair —

    Death's diviner Classifying

    Does not know they are —


    As in sleep — All Hue forgotten —

    Tenets — put behind —

    Death's large — Democratic fingers

    Rub away the Brand —


    If Circassian — He is careless —

    ...

  • Come not, when I am dead,

      To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,

    To trample round my fallen head,

      And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.

    There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;

             But thou, go by.


    Child, if it were thine error or thy crime

      I care no longer,...