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A freelance journalist and a Bulletin poet.
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Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon's poems
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With eastern banners flaunting in the breeze
Royal processions, sounding fife and gong
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Ere Greece soared, showering sovranties of light,
Ere Rome shook earth with her tremendous tread,
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These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears,
With the sobs and sweat of my spirit and her desolate brooding for years;
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The weary wind is slumbering on the wing:
Leaping from out meek twilight's purpling blue
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I think to-night I could bear it all,
Even the arrow that cleft the core, --
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Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken,
Winding thro' the forest green,
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