His Toast and Mine

Henry Lawson, 1907

      Only Wealth between us —
      Wealth and place and sham
      Custom class and station
      Dry-rot where I am!
      Mockery to bow to
      Cheques to fill and sign —
      His love and mine

      Sandy plains and grey soil —
      Grey soil in the drought —
      Round in West Australia,
      Six hundred miles out
      In behind Coolgardie
      He toils in the sand,
      While a Queen of Nothing
      Here alone I stand

      I have won a moment
      From the "paint" and all,
      From the tailored dummies —
      Wooden at a ball.
      Here I fill a glass with
      Riverina wine:
      We two, and Australia!
      His toast and mine.