Dame Mary Gilmore
Australian socialist and poet
Harried we were, and spent, broken and falling, ere as the cranes we went, crying and calling. Summer shall see the bird backward returning; never shall there be heard those who went yearning. Emptied of us the land; ghostly our going; fallen like spears the hand dropped in the throwing. We are the lost who went, like the crane, crying; hunted, lonely and spent broken and dying.
Robin's Nest 