Frank Wilmot

(6 April 1881 - 22 February 1942 / Collingwood, Melbourne)

Edelweiss - Poem by Frank Wilmot

THERE grows a white, white flower
By the wild Alps of romance;
And who would reach its dainty leaves
Takes life and death in chance.

There is a dark, dark cavern
Where a woman goes alone,
Takes hope and peril in her hand
And fights Death on his throne.

To our heart’s breathless calling
She comes from the cavern wild,
Holding in her exhausted arms
A small, white, blossoming child.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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