Here you will find the Poem II: And As I Mused On All We Call Our Own of poet Sydney Thompson Dobell
And as I mused on all we call our own, And (in the words their passionate hope had taught Expressing this late world for which they fought And prayed) said, lifting up my head to the sun, 'Ne quibus diis immortalibus,'-one Ran with fear's feet, and lo! a voice distraught 'The Prince' and 'Dead.' And at the sound methought The bulwark of my great house thunder'd down. And, for an instant,-as some spell were sapping All place-the hilly billows and billowy hills Heaved through my breast the lapping wave that kills The heart; around me the floor rises and falls And jabbling stones of the unsteady walls Ebb and flow together, lapping, lapping.
