The Last Leap – Adam Lindsay Gordon

ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our rear, Cold air rushing up…

 Gone – Adam Lindsay Gordon

IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great and small, Of the dust…

An Exile’s Farewell – Adam Lindsay Gordon

The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad…

A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon

‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs…

A Dedication – Adam Lindsay Gordon

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, And songless bright birds; Where,…