Mary Theodora Joyce Wilcox poet and playwright, was born on 24 November 1873 at Christchurch, New Zealand, daughter of William Henry Wilcox, saddler, and his wife Mary Elizabeth, née Washbourne.
Educated privately and at Canterbury College, she contributed to the Bulletin and taught for several years at Armidale, New South Wales, before travelling to England where she published Verses from Maoriland (1905) and Rata and Mistletoe (1911). Dora Wilcox married Jean Paul Hamelius, professor of English at Liège University, Belgium, in London on 14 October 1909 and served with the Voluntary Aid Detachment in London in 1915-18.
After her marriage to Moore she devoted much ... more »
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Dora Wilcox Poems
When I look out on London's teeming streets, On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies, My courage fails me, and my heart grows sick, And I remember that fair heritage
TO break the stillness of the hour There is no sound, no voice, no stir; Only the croak of frogs,—the whirr Of crickets hidden in leaf and flower.
The Call of the Bush
Three roads there are that climb and wind Amongst the hills, and leave behind The patterned orchards, sloping down To meet a little country town.
AH, my heart, the storm and sadness! Wind that moans, uncomforted, Requiem for Love that’s dead’ Love that’s dead!
The Wattle Tree
Winter is not yet gone - but now The birds are carolling from the bough. And the mist has rolled away Leaving more beautiful the day.
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When I look out on London's teeming streets,
On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies,
My courage fails me, and my heart grows sick,
And I remember that fair heritage
Barter'd by me for what your London gives.
This is not Nature's city: I am kin
To whatsoever is of free and wild,
And here I pine between these narrow walls,
And London's smoke hides all the stars from me,
Light from mine eyes, and Heaven from my heart.
For in an island of those Southern seas
That lie behind me, guarded by the Cross
That looks all night from out our splendid ...