And another Australian writer gives it an Imperial significance when he says of England, in lines that have been much praised and incidentally awarded a substantial monetary prize by a London paper, that:—
She triumphs, moving slowly down the years.
Again, for pure romance we have Daley’s fantasy, with its very fine exordium:—
The bright lights fade out one by one
And like a peony,
Drowning in wine, the crimson sun
Sinks down in that strange sea.
For a compound of sensuousness and sadness and lyric sweetness, we have Von Kotze’s Island Lover with its invocation, and its lament:—
Oh, Tuahina, that youth’s full measure
Should pass away like a summer’s eve!