The Witch-Maid: & other Verses
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By Dorothea Mackellar 25 Jun, 2019
Excerpt...... My feet were tied with horror, I could not turn to run; A light breeze tossed the branches, the shadow and the sun Across the dead face shifted—it seemed to change and twitch— When from the trees beyond me stepped a white young ... Read more
Excerpt...... My feet were tied with horror, I could not turn to run; A light breeze tossed the branches, the shadow and the sun Across the dead face shifted—it seemed to change and twitch— When from the trees beyond me stepped a white young witch. I prayed that I was hidden, she never turned her head, But picked her footsteps daintily and stooped beside the dead; She touched him with her hanging hair and stroked him with her hand, Still gazing like a little child that does not understand, For she had strayed from Elfland where death has never come, She knew not why his side was torn nor why his mouth was dumb. Less
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  • 2017-08-22
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Isobel Marion Dorothea Mackellar (better known as Dorothea Mackellar), OBE (1 July 1885 – 14 January 1968) was an Australian poet and fiction writer.[1] Her poem My Country is widely known in Austra...
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