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SYDNEY COVE by Nuri Rosegg
The native shore in Shakespeare’s land we left
With hearts as broken as teacups can be.
Tho’ salty air repair’d the hearts of theft:
Eight months long! Then we stood in front of thee,
So ripe for an intense romance. A cry
Of longing drifted gently through the air - -
In thy hands bridal bouquet saying, ay.
Thy rocky wedding-dress; so fine and fair.
Oh, our Love liv’d on, thine pass’d away.
Thy sandstone flora: an eye-catching gem,
Tho’ the wet desert starv’d us day by day.
Thy tempest punch’d the soil to viscid phlegm.
Although thou handed out hard lives we stay’d.
Sun-colour’d stone (brick after brick) we laid
For, once in thy blue eyes a ghost unfurl’d:
A harbour city, greatest in the world!
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