Silence　broken　by　his　footfalls　…　death　and　darkness　on　the　ground。
  Weak　and　wearied　with　his　journey；　there　the　lone　survivor　stooped；
  And　the　disappointment　bowed　him　and　his　heart　with　sadness　drooped；
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  And　he　rose　and　raked　a　hollow　with　his　wasted；　feeble　hands；
  Where　he　took　and　hid　the　hero；　in　the　rushes　and　the　sands；
  But　he；　like　a　brother；　laid　him　out　of　reach　of　wind　and　rain；
  And　for　many　days　he　sojourned　near　him　on　that　wild…faced　plain；
  Whilst　he　stayed　beside　the　ruin；　whilst　he　lingered　with　the　dead；
  Oh！　he　must　have　sat　in　shadow；　gloomy　as　the　tears　he　shed。
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  Where　our　noble　Burke　was　lying　…　where　his　sad　companion　stood；
  Came　the　natives　of　the　forest　…　came　the　wild　men　of　the　wood；
  Down　they　looked；　and　saw　the　stranger　…　he　who　there　in　quiet　slept　…
  Down　they　knelt；　and　o'er　the　chieftain　bitterly　they　moaned　and　wept：
  Bitterly　they　mourned　to　see　him　all　uncovered　to　the　blast　…
  All　uncovered　to　the　tempest　as　it　wailed　and　whistled　past；
  And　they　shrouded　him　with　bushes；　so　in　death　that　he　might　lie；
  Like　a　warrior　of　their　nation；　sheltered　from　the　stormy　sky。
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  Ye　must　rise　and　sing　their　praises；　O　ye　bards　with　souls　of　fire；
  For　the　people's　voice　shall　echo　through　the　wailings　of　your　lyre；
  And　we'll　welcome　back　their　comrade；　though　our　eyes　with　tears　be　blind
  At　the　thoughts　of　promise　perished；　and　the　shadow　left　behind；
  Now　the　leaves　are　bleaching　round　them　…　now　the　gales　above　them　glide；
  But　the　end　was　all　accomplished；　and　their　fame　is　far　and　wide。
  Though　this　fadeless　glory　cannot　hide　a　grateful　nation's　grief；
  And　their　laurels　have　been　blended　with　the　gloomy　cypress　leaf。
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  Let　them　rest　where　they　have　laboured！　but；　my　country；　mourn　and　moan；
  We　must　build　with　human　sorrow　grander　monuments　than　stone。
  Let　them　rest；　for　oh！　remember；　that　in　long　hereafter　time
  Sons　of　Science　oft　shall　wander　o'er　that　solitary　clime！
  Cities　bright　shall　rise　about　it；　Age　and　Beauty　there　shall　stray；
  And　the　fathers　of　the　people；　pointing　to　the　graves；　shall　say：
  ‘‘Here　they　fell；　the　glorious　martyrs！　when　these　plains　were　woodlands　deep；
  Here　a　friend；　a　brother；　laid　them；　here　the　wild　men　came　to　weep。''
  LURLINE
  （Inscribed　to　Madame　Lucy　Escott。）
  AS　you　glided　and　glided　before　us　that　time；
  A　mystical；　magical　maiden；
  We　fancied　we　looked　on　a　face　from　the　clime
  Where　the　poets　have　builded　their　Aidenn！
  And　oh；　the　sweet　shadows！　And　oh；　the　warm　gleams
  Which　lay　on　the　land　of　our　beautiful　dreams；
  While　we　walked　by　the　margins　of　musical　streams
  And　heard　your　wild　warbling　around　us！
  We　forgot　what　we　were　when　we　stood　with　the　trees
  Near　the　banks　of　those　silvery　waters；
  As　ever　in　fragments　they　came　on　the　breeze；
  The　songs　of　old　Rhine　and　his　daughters！
  And　then　you　would　pass　with　those　radiant　eyes
  Which　flashed　like　a　light　in　the　tropical　skies　…
  And　ah！　the　bright　thoughts　that　would　sparkle　and　rise
  While　we　heard　your　wild　warbling　around　us。
  Will　you　ever　fly　back　to　this　city　of　ours
  With　your　harp　and　your　voice　and　your　beauty？
  God　knows　we　rejoice　when　we　meet　with　such　flowers
  On　the　hard　road　of　Life　and　of　Duty！
  Oh！　come　as　you　did；　with　that　face　and　that　tone；
  For　we　wistfully　look　to　the　hours　which　have　flown；
  And　long　for　a　glimpse　of　the　gladness　that　shone
  When　we　heard　your　wild　warbling　around　us。
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  UNDER　THE　FIGTREE
  LIKE　drifts　of　balm　from　cedared　glens；　those　darling　memories　come；
  With　soft　low　songs；　and　dear　old　tales；　familiar　to　our　home。
  Then　breathe　again　that　faint　refrain；　so　tender；　sad；　and　true；
  My　soul　turns　round　with　listening　eyes　unto　the　harp　and　you！
  The　fragments　of　a　broken　Past　are　floating　down　the　tide；
  And　she　comes　gleaming　through　the　dark；　my　love；　my　life；　my　bride！
  Oh！　sit　and　sing　…　I　know　her　well；　that　phantom　deadly　fair
  With　large　surprise；　and　sudden　sighs；　and　streaming　midnight　hair！
  I　know　her　well；　for　face　to　face　we　stood　amongst　the　sheaves；
  Our　voices　mingling　with　a　mist　of　music　in　the　leaves！
  I　know　her　well；　for　hand　in　hand　we　walked　beside　the　sea；
  And　heard　the　huddling　waters　boom　beneath　this　old　Figtree。
  God　help　the　man　that　goes　abroad　amongst　the　windy　pines；
  And　wanders；　like　a　gloomy　bat；　where　never　morning　shines！
  That　steals　about　amidst　the　rout　of　broken　stones　and　graves；
  When　round　the　cliffs　the　merry　skiffs　go　scudding　through　the　waves；
  When；　down　the　bay；　the　children　play；　and　scamper　on　the　sand；
  And　Life　and　Mirth　illume　the　Earth；　and　Beauty　fills　the　Land！
  God　help　the　man！　He　only　hears　and　fears　the　sleepless　cries
  Of　smitten　Love　…　of　homeless　Love　and　moaning　Memories。
  Oh！　when　a　rhyme　of　olden　time　is　sung　by　one　so　dear；
  I　feel　again　the　sweetest　pain　I've　known　for　many　a　year；
  And　from　a　deep；　dull　sea　of　sleep　faint　fancies　come　to　me；
  And　I　forget　how　lone　we　sit　beneath　this　old　Figtree。
  DROWNED　AT　SEA
  GLOOMY　cliffs；　so　worn　and　wasted　with　the　washing　of　the　waves；
  Are　ye　not　like　giant　tombstones　round　those　lonely　ocean　graves？
  Are　ye　not　the　sad　memorials；　telling　of　a　mighty　grief　…
  Dark　with　records　ground　and　lettered　into　caverned　rock　and　reef？
  Oh！　ye　show　them；　and　I　know　them；　and　my　thoughts　in　mourning　go
  Down　amongst　your　sunless　chasms；　deep　into　the　surf　below！
  Oh！　ye　bear　them；　and　declare　them；　and　o'er　every　cleft　and　scar；
  I　have　wept　for　dear　dead　brothers　perished　in　the　lost　Dunbar！
  Ye　smitten　…　ye　battered；
  And　splintered　and　shattered
  Cliffs　of　the　Sea！
  Restless　waves；　so　dim　with　dreams　of　sudden　storms　and　gusty　surge；
  Roaring　like　a　gathered　whirlwind　reeling　round　a　mountain　verge；
  Were　ye　not　like　loosened　maniacs；　in　the　night　when　Beauty　pale
  Called　upon　her　God；　beseeching　through　the　uproar　of　the　gale？
  Were　ye　not　like　maddened　demons　while　young　children　faint　with　fear
  Cried　and　cried　and　cried　for　succour；　and　no　helping　hand　was　near？
  Oh；　the　sorrow　of　the　morrow！　…　lamentations　near　and　far！　…
  Oh；　the　sobs　for　dear　dead　sisters　perished　in　the　lost　Dunbar！　…
  Ye　ruthless；　unsated；
  And　hateful；　and　hated
  Waves　of　the　Sea！
  Ay；　we　stooped　and　moaned　in　darkness　…
  eyes　might　strain　and　hearts　might　plead；
  For　their　darlings　crying　wildly；　they　would　never　rise　nor　heed！
  Ay；　we　yearned　into　their　faces　looking　for　the　life　in　vain；
  Wailing　like　to　children　blinded　with　a　mist　of　sudden　pain！
  Dear　hands　clenched；　and　dear　eyes　rigid　in　a　stern　and　stony　stare；
  Dear　lips　white　from　past　affliction；　dead　to　all　our　mad　despair；
  Ah；　the　groaning　and　the　moaning　…　ah；　the　thoughts　which　rise　in　tears
  When　we　turn　to　all　those　loved　ones；　looking　backward　five　long　years！
  The　fathers　and　mothers；
  The　sisters　and　brothers
  Drowned　at　Sea！
  MORNING　IN　THE　BUSH
  （A　Juvenile　Fragment）
  ABOVE　the　skirts　of　yellow　clouds；
  The　god…like　Sun；　arrayed
  In　blinding　splendour；　swiftly　rose；
  And　looked　athwart　the　glade；
  The　sleepy　dingo　watched　him　break
  The　bonds　that　curbed　his　flight；
  And　from　his　golden　tresses　shake
  The　fading　gems　of　Night！
  And　wild　goburras　laughed　aloud
  Their　merry　morning　songs；
  As　Echo　answered　in　the　depths
  With　a　thousand　thousand　tongues；
  The　gully…depths　where　many　a　vine
  Of　ancient　growth　had　crept；
  To　cluster　round　the　hoary　pine；
  Where　scanty　mosses　wept。
  Huge　stones；　and　damp　and　broken　crags；
  In　wild　chaotic　heap；
  Were　lying　at　the　barren　base
  Of　the　ferny　hillside　steep；
  Between　those　fragments　hollows　lay；
  Upfilled　with　fruitful　ground；
  Where　many　a　modest　floweret　grew；
  To　scent　the　wind…breaths　round；
  As　fertile　patches　bloom　within
  A　dried　and　worldly　heart；
  When　some　that　look　can　only　see
  The　cold；　the　barren　part！
  The　Miser；　full　with　thou