[There's a Thought]
Henry Lawson, 1919
Editor's note: This poem was placed at the end of the preface to The World of the Living Dead.
There's a thought that sends a lump to my throat
And cuts my heart lie a knife,
'Tis the woman that waits at the prison gates
And the woman is not his wife.
Not his wife nor his mother, or sweetheart,
Nor his sister or daughter she;
But only a friend to the bitter end
And she carries the cross of three.