The blacksmith’s boy went out with… and a black dog running behind. Cobwebs snatched at his feet, rivers hindered him, thorn branches caught at his eyes…

Tunnelling through the night, the… in a splendour of power, with a so… shaking the orchards, waking the young from a dream, scattering… the old mens’ sleep, laying

South of my days’ circle, part of… rises that tableland, high delicat… of bony slopes wincing under the w… low trees, blue—leaved and olive,… clean, lean, hungry country. The c…

Along the road the magpies walk with hands in pockets, left and ri… They tilt their heads, and stroll… In their well-fitted black and whi… They look like certain gentlemen

Under the death of winter’s leaves… who cried to Nothing and the terri… to be his home and bread. ‘O take… the weight and waterfall ceaseless… that batters down my weakness; the…

Beside his heavy-shouldered team thirsty with drought and chilled w… he weathered all the striding year… till they ran widdershins in his b… Till the long solitary tracks

You who were darkness warmed my fl… where out of darkness rose the see… Then all a world I made in me; all the world you hear and see hung upon my dreaming blood.

Over the west side of the mountain… that’s lyrebird country. I could go down there, they say, i… and I’d see them, I’d hear them. Ten years, and I have never gone.

Once as I travelled through a qui… I saw a pool, jet-black and mirror… Beyond, the slender paperbarks sto… each on its own white image looked… and nothing moved but thirty egret…

Glassed with cold sleep and dazzle… out of the confused hammering dark… I looked and saw under the moon’s… your delicate dry breasts, country… and the small trees on their uncol…

The small blue Arab stallion danc… like a glancing breaker, like a st… In his prick-ears, the wind, that… sings of the dunes of Arabia, lion… The small blue stallion poses like…

So here, twisted in steel, and spo… your sunlight hide, smelling of de… they crushed out your throat the t… you sang in the dark ranges. With… you mourned him! - the drinker of…

The song is gone; the dance is secret with the dancers in the… the ritual useless, and the tribal… lost in an alien tale. Only the grass stands up

Now let the draughtsman of my eyes… marking the line of petal and of h… Let the long commentary of the bra… be silent. Evening and the earth a… and bird and tree are simple and s…

We meet and part now over all the… we, the lost company, take hands together in the night,… the night in our brief happiness,… We, who sought many things, throw…