Thomas William Heney Poems |
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Was an Australian journalist and poet.
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Thomas William Heney's poems
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THE BRIDLE reins hang loose in the hold of his lean left hand;
As the tether gives, the horse bends browsing down to the sand,
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Ah, happy air that, rough or soft,
May kiss that face and stay;
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Now while so many turn with love and longing
To wan lands lying in the grey North Sea,
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WHAT cares the rose if the buds which are its pride
Be plucked for the breast of the dead or the hands of a bride?
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