Early Poems (1859-70). In Hyde Park

Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant seas, And a smothered sound of singing from old Ocean upwards springing, Sending hollow echoes ringing like a wailing on the breeze?…

I see, as one in dreaming, A broad, bright, quiet sea; Beyond it lies a haven— The only home for me.…

Men have said that ye were sleeping— Hurl, Australians, back the lie; Whet the swords you have in keeping, Forward stand to do or die!…

While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams, And the water-pools flash in its glow, Down the ridges we fly, with a loud ringing cry— Down the ridges and gullies we go!…

Euroka, go over the tops of the hill, For the Death-clouds have passed us to-day, And we'll cry in the dark for the foot-falls still, And the tracks which are fading away!…

It lies amongst the sleeping stones, Far down the hidden mountain glade; And past its brink the torrent moans For ever in a dreamy shade.A little patch of dark-green moss,…

You know I left my forest home full loth, And those weird ways I knew so well and long, Dishevelled with their sloping sidelong growth Of twisted thorn and kurrajong.It seems to me, my friend (and this wild thought…

To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq.Dark days have passed, but you who taught me then To look upon the world with trustful eyes, Are not forgotten! Quick to sympathise With noble thoughts, I've dreamt of moments when…