Short Poems

On the crest of the hills,
" Cherry blossoms! " " No, clouds! "
till the dawn sun rose up
to squelch the argument.

They printed a hundred Hell-black lies,
They printed a hundred white;
They printed a hundred piebald lies
To prove me wrong and right.
The lies were sent to the North and South,
The lies were sent to the West;
They follow me here by word of mouth,
But still I can write and rest.

Of course we've all heard the relentless,
And British born words:
" The land where bright flowers are scentless,
And songless bright birds. "
But there ne'er was enclosed in a bottle
Of cut glass, nor sung to a king,
A scent like the scent of the wattle,
Or a song like the bell bird can sing.

Here's the dark-haired, dark-eyed mother —
And the children strong and tanned —
And, my long time bardic brother,
Here's my heart and waits my hand.
By the sunny grass and shady
Where your fishing nets are spread,
Here's a health to E. J. Brady —
Here's a blessing to you, Ted.

Click clock a clay
Whats the time o day
One o clock two o clock
Time to flye away

SORROWFUL GERANIUM .

Oh! there 's melody rich in that mournful tone,
Though with wo so heavily laden;
And I 'd rather be sad with thee, my own,
Than gay with a happier maiden!

WEEPING-WILLOW .

How vain the task to wake my lyre
To rapture's thrill, with passion's fire,
While sorrow o'er my heart -strings plays,
With trembling touch, her saddest lays!

Non hic Pyramides, non sculpta panegyris &c.

No Pyramids, nor Panegyrick Verse
Nor costly Heapes of Stone adorne Thy Hearse.
Wee with more thrift Thee to Thyselfe committ
Shouldst Thou lye otherwise, Thould'st loose by it.
For whosoever Lives and Dyes like Thee
Shall to Himselfe a Lasting Marble bee.

SWEET-SCENTED TUSSILAGE, OR COLTSFOOT .

They shall own thee the sweetest and fairest of flowers,
That smile in our woodlands, or blush in our bowers!
They shall own thee a lovelier gem of delight,
Than they that illumine the veil of Midnight!

CANDY-TUFT .

Better the tie at once be broken,
At once our last farewell be spoken,
Than watch him, one by one, destroy
The glowing buds of hope and joy —
Than thus to see them, day by day,
Beneath his coldness fade away!