Author Henry Lawson On my blankets I was lyin’ Too tired to lift my head, An’ the long hot day was dyin’ An’ I wished that I was dead. From the West the gold was driven. I watched the death of day, An’ the distant stars of Heaven Seemed to draw my heart away. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments