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Thoras Song Ashtaroth

We severed in Autumn early,

Ere the earth was torn by the plough;

The wheat and the oats and the

Are ripe for the harvest now.

We sunder'd one misty

Ere the hills were dimm'd by the rain;

Through the flowers those hills adorning —Thou comest not back again.

My heart is heavy and

With the weight of a weary soul;

The mid-day glare grows dreary,

And dreary the midnight scroll.

The corn-stalks sigh for the sickle,'Neath the load of their golden grain;

I sigh for a mate more fickle —Thou comest not back again.

The warm sun riseth and setteth,

The night bringeth moistening dew,

But the soul that longeth

The warmth and the moisture too.

In the hot sun rising and

There is naught save feverish pain;

There are tears in the night-dews wetting —Thou comest not back again.

Thy voice in my ear still

With the voices of whisp'ring trees,

Thy kiss on my cheek still

At each kiss of the summer breeze.

While dreams of the past are

For substance of shades in vain,

I am waiting, watching and longing —Thou comest not back again.

Waiting and watching ever,

Longing and lingering yet;

Leaves rustle and corn-stalks quiver,

Winds murmur and waters fret.

No answer they bring, no greeting,

No speech, save that sad refrain,

Nor voice, save an echo repeating —He cometh not back again.

Thora's Song was first printed in 'The Australasian' under the title of 'Frusta'

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon (19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870) was an Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He was the first Australia…

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