Arthur Henry Adams - Sydney Nocturnes lyrics

From The North Shore. TO Day she would not show her charms; But now the Night beseeches, A white reproach of wistful arms Over the bay she reaches. Upon her gleaming bosom, wet With tears and quivering, In ropes of golden beauty set Her vivid j**els swing. Upon the pathway of the night She, pausing often, paces; About her body waves gleam white Like froth of filmy laces; And to her pleasure hurrying, Their torches holding high, On molten waters smouldering The ferry-boats flame by.