Gallipoli.

Here Orpheus, man not god, first made that singing That lingered ages on the Grecian ear; Here Xerxes watched his Asian legions bringing Across the boat-bridge gleaming spear on spear; Here Hero sighed, and here Leander, dying, Breathed low her name in darkness ere he sank; Hither the young god ivy-crowned came flying Bearing the sun-kissed bowl the ancients drank. Up these blue waters sailed the strong Crusader, The cross-emblazoned banner at his peak; And here the tall Venetian played the raider, Snatching the last spoils from the fading Greek. Blood has been shed upon these hills like water, A thousand battle-cries these rocks have known, And age on age grey Fate above the slaughter Has set the crown of empire on her own. And now again these skies are loud with thunder, Death sweeps triumphant over lands and seas, And the large world-eyes open in their wonder At the new record of the Chersonese. The fame of ancient deeds through song and story Throws a long light like the departing sun, And a new morn, red with a stormy glory, Blazons the fame Australians men have won.
George Street. Pseudonym of David McKee Wright. N.S.W. The Bulletin, 22 July 1915.