• Perdita

    She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair
    And eyes that are stormy with fitful light,
    The delicate hues of brow and cheek
    Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright;... more »

  • The Bushman’s Lullaby

    Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,
    It must be fresher outside;
    The long hot day is well nigh done;
    It’s a chance if I see another one;... more »