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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Four Queens (Maoriland)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wellington. <br> HERE, where the surges of a world of sea <br> Break on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep, <br> Four fair young queens their lonely splendour keep, <br> Each in a city throned. The first is she <br> Whose face is arrogant with empery; <br> Her throne from out the wounded hill-side steep <br> Is rudely fashioned, and beneath her creep <br> The narrow streets; and, stretching broad and free, <br> Like a green-waving meadow, lies the bay, <br> With blossom-sails and flower-wavelots flecked. <br> Elate she stands; her brown and windblown hair <br> Haloes a face with virgin freshness fair, <br> As she receives, exuberant, erect, <br> The stubborn homage that her sisters pay. <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dunedin. <br> And one is fair and winsome, and her face <br> Is strung with winter's kisses, and is yet <br> With winter's tears of parting sorrow wet; <br> And all her figure speaks of bonny grace. <br> High on the circling hills her seat has place, <br> Within a bower of the green bush set; <br> And 'neath her feet the city slopes—a net <br> Of broad-büilt streets and green-girt garden space. <br> <br> Above her high the suburbs climb to crown <br> Her city's battlements; and in her thrall <br> Lie sleeping fiords, and forests call her queen. <br> About her waist she winds a belt of green, <br> And on her gleaming city looking down, <br> She hears the Siren South for ever call. <br> <br> Christchurch. <br> And one within a level city lies; <br> To whose tree-shaded streets and squares succeed; <br> A vista of white roads and bordering meads, <br> Until each suburb in the great plain dies. <br> The clustering spires to crown her fair head rise, <br> And for a girdle round her form she leads <br> The Avon, green with waving river-weeds <br> And swept with swaying willows. And her eyes <br> Are quiet with a student's reverie; <br> And in the hair that clouds her dreaming face <br> There lurks the fragrance of some older place, <br> And memories awake to die again, <br> As, confident and careless, glad and sorrow-free <br> She waits, queen of the margeless golden plain. <br> <br> Auckland. <br> Set all about with walls, the last fair queen <br> Over a tropic city holds her sway; <br> Her throne on sleeping Eden, whence through grey <br> And red-strewn roads and gleaming gardens green <br> The city wanders on, and seems to lean <br> To bathe her beauty in the cool, clear bay, <br> That out past isle and islet winds its way <br> To the wide ocean. In her hair a sheen <br> Of sunlight lives; her face is sweetly pale— <br> A queen who seems too young and maidenly, <br> Her beauty all too delicate and frail, <br> To hold a sway imperious. But forth <br> From deep, dark eyes, that dreaming seem to be, <br> There shine the strength and passion of the North.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 HERE, where the surges of a world of sea 
 Break on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep, 
 Four fair young queens their lonely splendour keep, 
 Each in a city throned. The first is she 
 Whose face is arrogant with empery; 
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