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Thursday, 5 May 2022

Caged by Rufa Douglas

Love’s labouring hands won from the wilderness
A patch of earth, where he might raise
A refuge that the years’ unkindliness
Would leave untouched, and all our days
Be spent in quiet graciousness.

Ah, sweet and warm and safe with Love I live.
But once there passed a singing boy
In cloak and shoes of scarlet. I would give
Up all my hours of prisoned joy
To walk the hills with that glad fugitive!

From: Douglas, Rufa, “Caged” in The Australasian, Saturday, 8 December 1928, p. 56.

Date: 1928

By: Rufa Douglas (fl. 1927-1929)