Robert Dudley Adams, Trucanini's Dirge (1876)
“ Lies passing away in death. The she-oaks wail in the autumn gale, And the sad mists shadowy rise O'er the wild swamp streams, where the curlew screams, As the queen of the dead tribes dies! The dark tribe's queen! she has suffered, and seen Her race perish one by one In the terrible past, till lonely and last The sands of her life are run. ”
