Who knows it not, who loves it not, The long and steady swing, The instant dip, the iron grip, The rowlocks' linked ring, The arrowy sway of hands away, The slider oiling aft,...
Down to the lighthouse pillar The rolling woodland comes, Gay with the gold of she-oaks And the green of the stunted gums, With the silver-grey of honeysuckle, With the wasted bracken red,...
Australia! land of lonely lake And serpent-haunted fen; Land of the torrent and the fire And forest-sundered men: Thou art not now as thou shalt be When the stern invaders come,...
The morning star paled slowly, the Cross1 hung low to the sea, And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free, The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night...
Old Billy, battered, brown and black With many days of camping, Companion of the bulging sack, And friend in all our tramping: How often on the Friday night, Your cubic measure testing,...
Gold of the tangled wilderness of wattle, Break in the lone green hollows of the hills, Flame on the iron headlands of the ocean, Gleam on the margin of the hurrying rills. ...