Dreaming London,

two farewell,

the turbulent hour when

winds disturb minds, ship and sailors,

destiny uncertain.

Harbour Heads.

Dark cruel shores

high the vantage

seas frothing at its mouth,

ship sailing though sea and shower,

for irredeemable Thames,

Liverpool or darker Glasgow.

From this continent half-found,

half-founded

floundering,

comes the cry

gold! gold! gold!

people leaving Sydney

in all directions.

- after Sydney Heads, c.1853, artist unknown

© Garry McDougall