. Selected poems; . PAST CARIN 31 The tears we shed—the pi^ayers we said Were awful, wild—despairin 1Ive pulled three through and buried twoSince then—and Im past grown to be past carin,Past lookin up or carin;Ive pulled three through and buried twoSince then, and Im past carin. Twas ten years first, then came the worst, All for a barren clearin,I thought, I thought my heart would burst When first my man went shearin;Hes drovin in the great North-west, I dont know how hes farin;And I, the one that loved him best,Have grown to be past grown to be past carin,Past waitin and p
. Selected poems; . PAST CARIN 31 The tears we shed—the pi^ayers we said Were awful, wild—despairin 1Ive pulled three through and buried twoSince then—and Im past grown to be past carin,Past lookin up or carin;Ive pulled three through and buried twoSince then, and Im past carin. Twas ten years first, then came the worst, All for a barren clearin,I thought, I thought my heart would burst When first my man went shearin;Hes drovin in the great North-west, I dont know how hes farin;And I, the one that loved him best,Have grown to be past grown to be past carin,Past waitin and past wearin:The girl that waited long lived to be past carin. My eyes are dry, I cannot cry,Ive got no heart for breakin,But where it was, in days gone by, A dull and empty last boy ran away from me—I know my tempers wearin—But now I onl) wish to beBeyond all signs of wearyin or carin,Past f eelin and despairin;And now I only wish to beBeyond all signs of carin. 1899 Sydney-side. HERES the steward?—Bar-room steward! Berth?Oh, any berth will do—I have left a three-pound billet just to come alongIlEEB with you. Brighter shines the Star of Rovers on a world thatsgrowing wide,But I think Id give a kingdom for a glimpse of Sydney-side. Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, with their base on oceans bed; Homes of Coogee, homes of Bondi, and the lighthouse on SouthHead; For in loneliness and hardship—and with just a touch of pride— Has ni}- heart been taught to whisper, You belong to Sydney-side. Oh, there never dawned a morning, in the long and lonely I thought I saw the ferries streaming out across the bays—And as fresh and fair in fancy did the picture rise againAs the sunrise flushed the city from ^^^oollahra to Balmain; \\ith the sunny water frothing round the liners black and red,And the coastal schooners working by the loom of Bradleys Head.^^ith the whistles and the sirens that re-echo far and wide—All the life and light and
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