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 in 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