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Lola Ridge

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All through the busy noon I fend
      A dream of you that sits apart;
But when the hours their labours end
      It knocks, and enters in my heart.

And there the long still night it lies –
      So closed and warm upon my breast,
As bird that strays to alien skies
      At even flutters to its nest.





‘Beth, ‘ Australian Town and Country Journal 28 Jul 1905: 28.
See also ‘Forgive dear heart,’ Verses 1905: 29.

Last updated 30 May, 2013