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Talerawang, majestic mountain wall,
There’s even in thy soft, sweet name the tang
Of Austral wilds, of joys primordial,
Talerawang.
Home of the wonga and the grey gang-gang,
The wild dog's lair, the haunt of bell-birds small,
Of denizens that ruled by club and fang.
Deep shadowland of scrub and forest tall,
Where in the far-off years the myalls sang,
And cast a weird, wild glamor over all,
Talerawang.
Talerawang, through æons of calm and squall,
Viewed thou the clam’rous hunt, the camps that sprang
Up mushroom-like by creek and waterfall,
Talerawang.
The nulla, spear, and circling boomerang.
Now rot 'mid fern, in glen and cavern-hall,
That echoed once in savage battle clang.
Their camp-fires burn no longer; like a pall
O’er grave and camp the native creepers hang,
And from thy deep night shades the boobooks call,
Talerawang.
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