Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems
Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space,
Are you a drift Sargasso, where the West
In halcyon calm rebuilds her fatal nest?
Or Delos of a coming Sun-God race?
Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in place,
Or but a Will o' Wisp on marshy quest?
A new demesne for Mammon to infest?
Or lurks millenial Eden 'neath your face?
The cenotaphs of species dead elsewhere
That in your limits leap and swim and fly.
Or trail uncanny harp-strings from your trees,
Mix omens with auguries that dare
To plant the Cross upon your forehead sky,
A virgin helpmate Ocean at your knees.
Beaufort,Vict - 1954. For much of his life was Librarian in the Vict.