This time part of it rose up as if in a dream and I longed for nothing more than to turn around, run back to the harbour, witness it for myself.
An excerpt from Five Bells by Kenneth Slessor.
'Deep and dissolving verticals of light
Ferry the falls of moonshine down. Five bells
Coldly rung out in a machine's voice. Night and water
Pour to one rip of darkness, the Harbour floats
In the air, the Cross hangs upside-down in water.'