Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
Poems of Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
|1.||A Christmas Letter From Australia||1/1/2004|
|2.||From the Drama of “Charles II”||1/1/2004|
|4.||Sunset On The Cunimbla Valley, Blue Mountains||1/1/2004|
|6.||To The Australian Eleven||4/20/2010|
|7.||Under the Wattle||1/4/2003|
TOUCH not that maid:
She is a flower, and changeth but to fade.
Fragrant is she, and fair
As any shape that haunts this lower air;
In form as graceful and as free
As honeysuckles and the lilies be;
Insensible, and shrinking from caress
As flowers, which you peril when you press.
Gaze not on her;