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Pinch-Gut

AMBER and opal, jade and amethyst,
Mazed in a dancing mesh of living gold.
How well she wears her gems, this velvet-stoled
Barbaric harbour queen! Bold brow and wrist,
And bosom bound by many a blazing twist;
The royal scarabs on her vestments scrolled
Flashing through veil and wimple's shimmering fold,
Like magian shuttles threading moonstone mist!

And, set in many a coruscating querl,
In some strange spirit of sardonic jest,
A thing of hate and sweat and blood and tears,
Grim deep-sea growth of dumb despairing years,
The costliest jewel on Port Jackson's breast,
Old Pinch-gut darkles like a great black pearl!

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