Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west The tiny fieldmice make their nests, the summer insects buzz and hum...
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson Destroyer: And none knew the name of her sire But the woman; and she, ashen grey,...
Tis a song of the Never Never land Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, When the grasses dead Loudly rustle, and bow the head To the breath of its dusty hail: ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a mission, He'd vowed a vow to put all 'shouting' down, To relegate it to a low position.
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound, The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden underground, There, in that patch of sally shade, Beneath that grassy mound. ...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it, Thousands of voices all blent into one: See 'hell for leather' now trooping together, now Down the long slope of the range at a run,...
Out on the wastes of the Never Never That's where the dead men lie! There where the heat-waves dance forever That's where the dead men lie! That's where the Earth's loved sons are keeping...