Poems by James Brunton Stephens
The Wind
... And thumped the branches with his hand ...
A Lost Chance.
... languished! Those who reap the ripe occasion, where in many a wandering line ...
To A Black Gin.
... The white man's heaven, I fear, would simply bore thee ...
The Turn of the Road
... Her face Was awful white, and both her eyes looked sick, ...
Once More.
... Whence, then, this flash of angel wings ...
New Chum And Old Monarch.
... " Forth the chieftain stretched his hand, ...
The Dark Companion
... Some kindred sphere through viewless ethers ranging, ...
The Dominion.
... And, glimmering through the clouds that wrap thee yet, ...
The Antipodes.
... Great Nature's laws my steps control: ...
Night
... Out on the far-gleaming star-dust that marks where the angels have trod ...
Day
... Why should the Night come and take it, the wan Night that cannot enjoy it, ...
Opening Hymn.
... What toil hath wrought, what skill hath taught, ...
Marsupial Bill
... Of breed that ne'er found name in exhibition catalogue! ...
From An Upper Verandah.
... Comes the fit. While it sways me, high themes would I sing! ...
In A 'Bus.
... "Please pass my fare," comes from her beauteous lips, ...
