Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems

The Waradgery Tribe


Harried we were, and spent,

Broken and falling,

Ere as the cranes we went,

Crying and calling.


Summer shall see the bird

Backward returning;

Never shall there be heard

Those who went yearning.


Emptied of us the land,

Ghostly our going,

Fallen, like spears the hand

Dropped in the evening.


We are the lost who went

Like the cranes, crying;

Hunted, lonely, and spent

Broken and dying.


Mary Gilmore b.1865

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