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Kenneth Slessor - Adventure Bay
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SOPHIE`S my world . . . my arm must soon or later 
 Like Francis Drake turn circumnavigator, 
 Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales 
 And toss their spume to stars unknown, as kings 
 Rain diamonds to the mob . . . then arch my sails 
 By waterspouts of lace and bubbling rings 
 Gulfed in deep satin, conquer those warmer waves 
 Where none but mermaids ride, and the still caves 
 Untrod by sailors . . . aye, and with needle set, 
 Rounding Cape Turnagain, take up my way, 
 And so to the Ivory Coast . . . and farther yet, 
 Port of all drownéd lovers, Adventure Bay!
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