Franklin Square, Hobart, Tasmania

Westward from the Davis Strait ’tis there ’twas said to lie The sea route to the Orient for which so many died; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones. Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand of Franklin reaching […]

God in His Mercy Lend Her Grace

Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, A corse between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And […]