• Boy-Dreams

    I was a Pirate once,
    A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,
    A ready cutlass and language rash;
    From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank... more »

  • The Lonely Woman

    WHERE the ironbarks are hanging leaves disconsolate and pale,
    Where the wild vines o’er the ranges their spilt cream of blossom trail,
    By the door of the bark humpey, by the rotting blood-wood gates,
    On the river-bound selection, there a lonely woman waits,... more »