Poems by Dorothea Mackellar
Burning Off
... The young horned moon has gone from the sky, ...
Fire
... It flickers into night: To yield the heat of the flame, ...
In a Southern Garden
... aving, with a dim uncanny tinge Of a green as pale as beryls, like the strange faint-coloured flame ...
My Country
... The wide brown land for me! The stark white ring-barked forests, ...
The Open Sea
... To a battle-roar Far and far I lookTen miles ...
