Edward Booth Loughran
Edward Booth Loughran began his working life as a teacher and was subsequently a journalist, working on the Parliamentary staff of the Melbourne newspaper The Argus and later heading the staff of the Victorian Hansard. He contributed verse to The Argus and The Australasian, and published two volumes of poetry. His poems include verse translations of Greek, French and German poetry. He was author ... more »
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Edward Booth Loughran Poems
When these dead leaves were green, love, November's skies were blue, And summer came with lips aflame, The gentle spring to woo;
The traveller tells how, in that ancient clime Whose mystic monuments and ruins hoar Still struggle with the antiquary's lore, To guard the secrets of a by-gone time,
Man lives alone; star-like, each soul In its own orbit circles ever; Myriads may by or round it roll -- The ways may meet, but mingle never.
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When these dead leaves were green, love,
November's skies were blue,
And summer came with lips aflame,
The gentle spring to woo;
And to us, wandering hand in hand,
Life was a fairy scene,
That golden morning in the woods
When these dead leaves were green!
How dream-like now that dewy morn,
Sweet with the wattle's flowers,
When love, love, love was all our theme,
And youth and hope were ours!
Two happier hearts in all the land ...