Dorothea Mackellar

(1 July 1885 – 14 January 1968 / Sydney)

An Old Song - Poem by Dorothea Mackellar

Play Poem Video

The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.

My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride -
A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside.

The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.


Comments about An Old Song by Dorothea Mackellar

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



[Hata Bildir]