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  ― 30 ―

Suggan Boggin

When the poet sighed for a lodge in some vast
wilderness he did not know Suggan Boggin.”

The Argus, Melbourne.

SPECTRE-FOOTED of the past,
Shapeless, voiceless from the Vast….
On the white page, Suggan Boggin!
And the swift years roll away,
Whispering from the distance gray
“Suggan Boggin! Suggan Boggin,
By the Black Mountain!”

House of Terror whence there came
Strange wild things without a name
Creeping down from Suggan Boggin
When the candle-light went out,
Moving, moving all about,
With the feel of Suggan Boggin
By the Black Mountain!

When the tempest swept the hill
Fierce things plucked the window-sill,
Fierce things known of Suggan Boggin
Nuzzled underneath the door,
Fumbled all about the floor,
Breathing cold, like Suggan Boggin
By the Black Mountain.

Years o' nights the lonely wind,
Picking at the window blind,
Told me tales of Suggan Boggin,
Hidden far from human ken
And the kindly feet of men—
Wild, wild tales of Suggan Boggin
By the Black Mountain.




  ― 31 ―
Years o' nights the ghostly rain
Beating at the muffled pane
Sang to me of Suggan Boggin,
Strong and terrible and strange;
Changing as the great clouds change,
And the creek moaned “Suggan Boggin
By the Black Mountain!”

Rolling down from crag and lair
With the fog roots in their hair,
Crawling down from Suggan Boggin
Like the wrack across the sky,
Things that one must see and die,
Came the hosts of Suggan Boggin
By the Black Mountain!

Spectre-footed of the past,
Shapeless, voiceless from the Vast….
On the white page, Suggan Boggin!
And the swift years roll away
Whispering from the distance gray
“Suggan Boggin…. Suggan Boggin,
By the Black Mountain!”

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