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Patrick Moloney

A Regret

O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
Thou wert a witness when I kissed the mouth
Of her whose eyes outblazed the skyey fires.
I saw the parallels of thy long streets,
With lamps like angels shining all a-row,
While overhead the empyrean seats
Of gods were steeped in paradisic glow.
The Pleiades with rarer fires were tipt,
Hesper sat throned upon his jewelled chair,
The belted giant's triple stars were dipt
In all the splendour of Olympian air,
On high to bless, the Southern Cross did shine,
Like that which blazed o'er conquering Constantine.

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Melbourne

O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
   Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
Thou wert a witness when I kissed the mouth
   Of her whose eyes outblazed the skyey fires.
I saw the parallels of thy long streets,
   With lamps like angels shining all a-row,
While overhead the empyrean seats
   Of gods were steeped in paradisic glow.
The Pleiades with rarer fires were tipt,
   Hesper sat throned upon his jewelled chair,
The belted giant's triple stars were dipt
   In all the splendour of Olympian air,
On high to bless, the Southern Cross did shine,
Like that which blazed o'er conquering Constantine.

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Sonnets - Ad Innuptam

I
I MAKE not my division of the hours
By dials, clocks, or waking birds’ acclaim,
Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers,
The spring’s green glories, or the autumn’s flame.
To me thy absence winter is, and night,
Thy presence spring, and the meridian day.
From thee I draw my darkness and my light,
Now swart eclipse, now more than heavenly ray.
Thy coming warmeth all my soul like fire,
And through my heartstrings melodies do run,
As poets fabled the Memnonian lyre
Hymned acclamation to the rising sun.
My heart hums music in thy influence set:
So winds put harps Aeolian on the fret.

II

The rude rebuffs of bay-besieging winds
But make the anchored ships towards them turn,

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