I am a graduate, passionate for writing poems and dramas.
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy wet;
By Shiva sharma3 years ago in Poets
What though the heart be tired, The heart, that long aspired, And one high dream desired, Beyond attainment's scope;
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
Have you seen the beautiful Allumette, The magnificent pine-fringed lake, In its splendour the sun about to set,
Ah, through the open door Is there an almond tree Aflame with blossom! - Let us fight no more. Among the pink and blue