Rolf Boldrewood

(1826 - 1915 / Australia)

Rolf Boldrewood Poems

1. The Bushman’s Lullaby 4/21/2010
2. Perdita 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Rolf Boldrewood

The Bushman’s Lullaby

Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,
It must be fresher outside;
The long hot day is well nigh done;
It’s a chance if I see another one;
I should like to look on the setting sun,
And the water, cool and wide.

We didn’t think it would be like this
Last week, as we rode together;
True mates we’ve been in this far land
For many a year, since Devon’s strand
We left for these wastes of sun-scorched sand
In the blessed English weather.

We left, when the leafy lanes were green
And the trees met overhead,
The rippling brooks ran clear and gay,
The ...

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