"Mullock" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... But gone the smiling faces that welcomed her of yore — They crowd her tented places and hold her hand no more. And she, the friend they once could trust to serve their eager wish, Shall show no more the golden dust that hides in many a dish; And through the dismal mullock-heaps she threads her mournful way Where here and there some gray-beard keeps his windlass-watch to-day; Half-flood no more she looses her reins as once of old To wash the busy sluices and whisper through the gold. She sees no wild-eyed steers above stand spear-horned ...
— An Anthology of Australian Verse • Bertram Stevens |
