Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems




Sigh, wind in the pine;

River, weep as you flow;

Terrible things were done

Long, long ago.


In daylight golden and mild

After the night of Glencoe

They found the hand of a child

Lying in the snow.


Lopped by the sword to the ground

Or torn by wolf or fox,

That was the snowdrop they found

Among the granite rocks.


Oh, life is fierce and wild

And the heart of the earth is stone

And the hand of a murdered child

Will not bear thinking on.

Sigh, wind in the pine,

Cover it with snow;

But terribel things were done

Long, long ago.



Douglas Stewart  b.1913

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