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Saturday, 29 June 2013

The Winter Wind by Louisa Lawson (Dora Falconer)

The winter wind! e wh-e-e, e wh-e-e!
It bites and smites and chases me,
And pelts with boughs and shrieks with glee,
This winter wind so fierce and free;
Till wide-eyed stars so white and wee
Peer through the scud all fearsomely.

The love-warm rose no longer now
Clings fondly round fair nature’s brow;
But in its place the chill winds roam
Through locks as white as frozen foam.
The winter wind so fierce and free
Has wrought this change. Ah me! Ah me!

Her dress that once was green and bright
Is stiffened sheer and bleached to white.
And where did rose and lily be
Are flecks of frosty filagree.
His breath is death, his voice is dree,
This winter wind so fierce and free.

From: Lawson, Louisa (Dora Falconer), The Lonely Crossing and Other Poems, 1998, University of Sydney Library; Sydney, p. 27.

Date: 1905

By: Louisa Lawson (Dora Falconer) (1848-1920)