My Books by Dierdre Tregarthen

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Old friends of mine, who stay when humans leave me,
   Whose presence, like the stars, in darkness shine,
I never need to fear that you will grieve me,
   Old friends of mine.  

Here, one will fire my blood with laughter's wine,
   And this, with faery arts, from care reprieve me:
And that one charm with poetry divine.

Well tried and proved, from age you still retrieve me,  
   All moods you cater for with wisdom fine;
And until life may end, I pray, receive me,
   Old friends of mine.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 15 October 1927

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