Beyond the mountains blue,
Banished from the sea
I dream old dreams anew,
And think, old friends, of you,
In a Far Countree.
The wind that bends the trees
Bears no breath of brine;
It has the sough of seas,
But 'tis not the brave salt breeze
That I loved lang syne.
At times in the dark woods,
When the stars are dim,
Its sound is like the rude
March of a multitude
To a battle hymn.
Old friends, old comrades true,
Whom I long to see,
In milk for mountain dew
I drink Was Hael to you,
In a Far Countree.
First published in The Bulletin, 28 September 1905
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
See also.
Banished from the sea
I dream old dreams anew,
And think, old friends, of you,
In a Far Countree.
The wind that bends the trees
Bears no breath of brine;
It has the sough of seas,
But 'tis not the brave salt breeze
That I loved lang syne.
At times in the dark woods,
When the stars are dim,
Its sound is like the rude
March of a multitude
To a battle hymn.
Old friends, old comrades true,
Whom I long to see,
In milk for mountain dew
I drink Was Hael to you,
In a Far Countree.
First published in The Bulletin, 28 September 1905
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library
See also.
