and crush them as an anaconda does his prey; but he might
Let the lost things come about you, set your thoughts and hear and heed.
Time has laid his burden on us: we who wear our manhood now,
We would be the boys we have been, free of heart and bright of brow -
Be the boys for just an hour, with the splendour and the speech
Of thy lights and thunders, Coogee, flying up thy gleaming beach.
Heart's desire and heart's division! who would come and say to me
With the eyes of far-off friendship, ``You are as you used to be''?
Something glad and good has left me here with sickening discontent,