Robert Atkinson

(2 February 1881 – 6 February 1961 / Victoria / Australia)

On Manly Beach

IT has taken all time for that wave to swell,
Low-ridged, from the ocean over the bay.
While cEons withered and nations fell,
Precursors fixed for this moment's sway,
Till swift, like a frosted sword, should reach

Waters running with foam and spray,
Loud and white to the peopled beach,
In the sheen of the westering day.

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