Here you will find the Poem Sonnets of the Empire: Dawn at Liverpool of poet Archibald Thomas Strong
The Sunlight laughs along the serried stone About whose feet the wastrel tide runs free; Light lie the shipmasts, fairy-like to see, Athwart the royal city?s splendour thrown; On runs the noble river, wide and lone, Like some great soul that presses to the sea Where life is rendered to eternity And eager thought hath rest in the Unknown. So sets thy tide, my country, to the deep Whose face is black with thunder near and far, And vexed with fleering gusts and tyrannous rain. Shall the cloud lift and give thee rest and sleep, Or wilt thou ?mid the surge and crash of war Shatter thy life against the invading main?
