Doubtles, who vies you, must in earnest say,
And very truly sith you grace obey,
Vertue hath graced you, and you a vid ,
In grace and favour ever to abide:
Declaring sithence you love grace so well.

Cleere honour'd Peere, in grace you may excell,
Admitted to be graced on the earth,
Respecting honour, worthines and birth:
Nay vied grace in earth is not enough,
Enterpret not in pride I would you puffe,
Graced great Sir, if here you shall remaine,
Your great reward for grace , Heaven doth retaine.

The sumo wrestler —
a crowd of fans swarming
below his chest

The laundryman:
a fellow who feeds on the filth
of his neighbors

A man in coat of ice arrayed
Stood up once by the Arctic Ocean;
The whole earth shook with proud emotion
And honor to the giant paid.

A king came, to him climbing up,
An Order in his one hand bearing:
" Who great become, this sign are wearing. "
— The growling giant said but " Stop! "

The frightened king fell down again,
Began to weep with features ashen:

Off to work,
the burglar to his wife:
" Lock up tight when you go to bed! "

The doctor has prepared
a way out —
" A sudden change for the worse. "

" There'll soon be
a charming widow " — that's the talk
among the doctors

It was noonday, after a rain storm, and the world was fresh and bright;
But I stood in an inner shadow, like the shade of a noonday night,
And the foreign blood that is in me bade me sit down and write.
From the vine-screened open window, the sunlight seeming to float
Left a scene like a lonely sea-scape and a sinking ship — and a boat,
And it drifted nearer and nearer till it came within toy gun range.
There was only one man in her and his eyes were the eyes of Change;
And his face seemed strangely familiar, and his face seemed strangely strange,

THE NEPEAN

O do you recall the Nepean, Bill Beach,
 These thirty odd long years ago?
You will find the years growing much shorter, Bill Beach,
 As one or two more of us know.

But do you remember old Penrith, Bill Beach?
 That shabby town never will change.
And do you remember the battle you fought
 For Australia, down under the range?

With little of greed, or place hunger, Bill Beach,
 At the birth of our national pride?
O those were the days we were younger, Bill Beach,

Mute they wander,

Meeting yonder,
In the wondrous Spring new-born,
That though old as Time's first morn,
Brings fresh youth to all the living,
Now held fast, now far retreating,
But through hearts in oneness beating
Ever fullest bloom is giving.
Mute they wander. E'en the eye
Speaks no thought. For from on high
To their souls sweet strains have spoken
From the wide world's harmony,
Born of light, the darkness broken,
In the dawn of things to be.
Power crowned
Earth around
Like a sun-song rolled the sound.