Canberra Art Work Section

Stromlo Canbera Pan; #5-6 (BW)
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
The reason people so often lie
Is that they lack imagination:
They don't realize that the truth, too,
Is a matter of invention.