The 'Cello by Mabel Forrest

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Long waves of grey regret on beaches lost, 
   Or glimmering thro' the fabric of a dream
An empty boat upon a pale sea to'st,
   Or, seen thro' driving mist, a lighthouse gleam: 
Sand winds in pines, a pathway on a hill 
Rain swept and desolate, and haunted still,
   A forest without end of dark boled trees;
   A fern brake, full of crouching mysteries.  

Straight lines of chairs a large, slow-moving fan; 
A row of footlights, and a small stout man 
   Drawing the echoes of old tragedies  
   From the brown 'cello gripped between his knees.

First published in The Australasian, 4 November 1916

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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