Henry Lawson River Poems

Ten miles down Reedy River
A pool of water lies,
And all the year it mirrors
The changes in the skies,
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The skies are brass and the plains are bare,
Death and ruin are everywhere --
And all that is left of the last year's flood
Is a sickly stream on the grey-black mud;
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I’VE done with joys an’ misery,
An’ why should I repine?
There’s no one knows the past but me
An’ that ol’ dog o’ mine.
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