THREE men stood with their glass… Night was around them and flaring… ‘Here’s to the tried and true and… Here’s to the flotsam tossed and d… Here’s to the men in the Outcast-…

MY Countrymen, though we are youn… With little history, nought to sho… Of lives enleagued against a forei… Torn flags and triumph, glory or r… Still some things make our kinship…

SHE thinks aloud as she sits alon… And the magpies call in the evenin… Oh, sorrow to her with the heart o… Who stole my lover away, away! There is no peace in the light of…

THE form that was mine was brown… And thewed and muscled, and tall a… And often it rode from the station… And often it passed through the st… And often it paused on the grey sk…

WHEN my heart goes a-roving ’Tis the wide ways for me, And the fields, and the hills, And the big, blue sea. Then ’tis far, far I wander,

WITH the sorrow on me Neighbours come and go— Think me vain and foolish Nursing up my woe. With the grief-blade in me

FOR one whole day and a long nigh… We made our camp In a she-oak grove by a coastal sw… Our tent gleamed white in the she-… Whose falling hair

THE year has turned the corner, Cold June is with the dead, And Spring, the singing artist, Is mixing gold and red. The red is meant for roses,

ON the Barrier Ranges, Grim, and grey and old, Spring, the Maid of Wonder, Spreads her cloth-of-gold; Every hill and hollow

OPEN! Open! Open! I am here at your door outside; The sea’s blue tide flows speedily… And ebbs a thin red tide.’ The woman rose from her warm white…

BY the slowly flowing river Lies the old, shadowed walk, Where the lovers, two and two, Ere the falling of the dew, Of the sweetest thing on earth in…

WE lit a fire, and straightway ca… And all night long We heard the river sing its song. Our horses fed, and neighed, and s… But else, o’er all

WE galloped down the sodden track Close buttoned ‘gainst the wind; I took the lead with whip and spur… And Arnold rode behind. The skies were wild; a rending gal…

O GREY and dewy Twilight, Thou, who comest softly, bringing Silence sweeter than all music, Song of bird or mortal singing; Thou, who walkest with thy shadows

GOOD People, by your fires to-ni… Sit close and praise the red, red… The wind is cold, the moon is whit… With me who wander ’tis not well;… ‘Fore birth I was foredoomed to r…