The Holiday by Mabel Forrest

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To-day they hang gay bunting o'er the town,
   Here scarlet from an open window flies,
To make a holiday for toil-sick eyes
   It flutters down.

Sun on the road, and bright flags overhead,
   Shrill laughter from the jostling crowd below,
The town is merry-making; just as tho'
   She was not dead.

First published in The Lone Hand, 1 February 1913

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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