2 NOVEMBER 1912, Page 33
POETRY.
AN OLD SONG.
THE almond-bloom is overPast, the cherry blolusoms blow; I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.
My powers -will never _Come to fruit, but I have kept my
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A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have nought beside. The"spring wind caught fly flowering dreams, they lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.
DOROTHEA MACKELLAR.
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