And your sparkling eyes;
A nook by a Sydney cove,
And Australian skies
And, oh! my soul shall flame
As Dante's did of old,
When divine Beatrice came,
With locks of burnished gold. Give me lone Jundah's track,
A Longreach dawn to greet,
With swag upon my back,
And tired and bleeding feet,
And I shall hail the sun,
Beyond the old gum tree,
Knowing we both are one
In heart and soul--carefree. Give me far Torres Strand--
A touch of coral spray,
The pearlers sighting land
From dim isles far away.
And then my blood shall bound,
My very life shall fire,
As Ulysses to the sound
Of the Syrens' awful lyre.
But give me your hand and love,
And your diamond eyes.
A nook by a Sydney cove,
And Australian skies. --Desmond Fitzgerald. Notes From the NSW Newspaper Smiths Weekly 13 Dec 1930 p. 2.