Short Poems 1940

The Lost Horizon

What lieth behind the line at sea?
The lost Horizon.
What mystery land is that you ask?
Nay! 'Tis no land, but a place of dreams
Where every man may idle.
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The Echo

I stood on a rock, and called into the ravine below.
A voice answered, mystified, from the deep.
I called again, and still the answer came.
The echo of my speech
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Sydney Heads

Tall, in splendour they have stood
For centuries untold,
Gigantic statues, not made by hand of man.
And, if they could but live and talk,
What strange stories would they unfold?
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