George Essex Evans

They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love they faced the wilderness -the Women...

Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,
A single star in armour
Upon the dreamy heights of
Guards dim frontier of the night,

Across the street, across the grass,
Across my life I watch her pass
No pure star on a dusky
Hath eyes more bright,

I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
The waves of the people everywhere,

All things are Hers
Concealed or manifest,    Found or unfound,
Her Spirit lives in each—Dumb till the Master-Soul its secret guessed                And gave its silence speech
All things are Hers

There is scarlet on his forehead, There are scars across his face,’Tis the bloody dew of battle dripping down, dripping down, But the war-heart of the Lion Turns to iron in its
When he halts to face disaster, when he turns to meet disgrace,

In an age of Mammon and Greed, In an age of Humbug and Cant, Where Speech is greater than Deed In the reign of the sycophant,
Let us turn from the shameless lips that babble of things Divine,
And shout to the God we know not the Song of ...

Chequered with sunshine and shade—the umbrage of white clouds in motion—Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean—Poised on a height above all,<...

A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent — A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent — Thirst, and fever, and famine, drought, and ruin, and flood,
And the bones that bleach on the sandhill, and the spears that redd...

When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine,
Flashed all the crystal cup with fire supernal; Then said they: “Shall the mortal be divine
Shall man usurp the ways the Gods have trod
...

The Lights burn dim and make weird shadow-play,
The white walls of the ward are changed to grey,
Down the long aisle of beds, with tender grace,
Sleep smoothes the lines on many a weary face; Yet there are those for whom no midnight...

Prince of the race whose Empire is the Sea,                    We welcome thee
Thy ensign floats above our harbour-mouth
A fairy’s
Has decked the great Queen City of the South

Here in the silence cometh unto me                A song that is not mine,
With wash of waves along the cold shore line,
And sob of wind, and rain upon the sea
It is the song and message of the dead

There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,
Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;
And, when a wanderer through its mazes
Word of things seen, men say: “A poet sings

The pen falls from his nerveless hand,    The light is fading from his eyes,
The brain that nobly served his land        Darkens and dies
No, never dies
From hour to hour    The burning thought is living still;

Sing not of
For heart, or brain, or the strong soul’s emotion    Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace
There is no rest in Nature or
Of Law, and Labour, in unceasing motion