"The River Crossing"

"Oh! the quiet river crossing...
Where we twain were wont to ride,
Where the wanton winds were to sing...
Willow branches o'er the tide.

There the golden noon would find us...
Dallying through the summer day,
All the waery world behind us...
All it's tumult far away.

When the last sunlight's glory...
Faded off the sandy bars,
There we learnt the old, old story...
Riding homeward.. 'neath the stars"......

Harry Breaker Morant.