Page:Moyarra- An Australian Legend in Two Cantos, 1891.djvu/91

 Thy trembling showers of silver light; I love thee,—but I love thee more That thou revisits't England's shore; Th&t though I view not, thou dost shine On sacred haunts which once were mine, And still, by Memory's aid, are shrined In holiest precincts of the mind.

Aye ! thou returns't to gaze thy fill On scenes by thee made holier still: If shadows o'er the landscape fleet They render thy next smile more sweet; But fruitless is my fond endeavour To pierce the gloom which shrouds me ever: My steps no more shall pace the grove Endeared by childhood's earliest love. Yet, when thou climb'st thine azure throne, Encircled by thy starry zone Thou bring'st remembrance of each night I sported in thy gentle light; Or conned the legendary rhyme Beneath the oak, long spared by time, Which reared its venerable head Relic of many a century fled;