Of weird and ghastly shape.
There was silence, save for the summer breeze
Which swayed the tops of the mess-mate trees,
And the torrent's noisy flow.
Awhile the figure seemed to stand,
Then waved a shadowy, spectral hand,
And pointed down below.
* Written for the Town and Country Journal, March 25th,
1876, with reference to the well-known Cataract near Berrima.
With wild vague thoughts my fancy strove
Of hidden riches, and treasure trove,