A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | ||
Lil as he had his tale outpoured,
Pictured him with a waving sword
Urging his men into the breach
With manful deeds and manful speech,
And thought that he who thus could write
Would be high-hearted in the fight,
And yielded to his warm caress
With the old pleasing consciousness
Of helplessness when at his side
Deliciously intensified;
There had been nine that night in all,
To hear the story; Phil and Hall
Were playing billiards; Lachlan Smith
Was marking, little pleased therewith,
And Will had driven off to find
The game which he had left behind.
Pictured him with a waving sword
Urging his men into the breach
With manful deeds and manful speech,
And thought that he who thus could write
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And yielded to his warm caress
With the old pleasing consciousness
Of helplessness when at his side
Deliciously intensified;
There had been nine that night in all,
To hear the story; Phil and Hall
Were playing billiards; Lachlan Smith
Was marking, little pleased therewith,
And Will had driven off to find
The game which he had left behind.
A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | ||