From a High Hill-Road
From a high hill-road I saw,
Against a line of low crests in the night,
The city’s glitter and the city’s glare —
A wide white sea of light,
Monotonously lapping round
Dark bays and capes without a sound.
Then inward swept a shadow-sea:
Dimmed-green, night-silvered mystery,
With star-like red-glow here and there,
And faint shouts of corroboree.
Rex Ingamells, Forgotten People, F. W. Preece & Sons, Adelaide, 1936, page 8