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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Australian Symphony</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not as the songs of other lands <br> Her song shall be <br>Where dim Her purple shore-line stands <br> Above the sea! <br>As erst she stood, she stands alone; <br>Her inspiration is her own. <br>From sunlit plains to mangrove strands <br>Not as the songs of other lands <br> Her song shall be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Southern Singers! Rich and sweet, <br> Like chimes of bells, <br>The cadence swings with rhythmic beat <br> The music swells; <br>But undertones, weird, mournful, strong, <br>Sweep like swift currents thro' the song. <br>In deepest chords, with passion fraught, <br>In softest notes of sweetest thought, <br> This sadness dwells. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this her song, so weirdly strange, <br> So mixed with pain, <br>That whereso'er her poets range <br> Is heard the strain? <br>Broods there no spell upon the air <br>But desolation and despair? <br>No voice, save Sorrow's, to intrude <br>Upon her mountain solitude <br> Or sun-kissed plain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silence and the sunshine creep <br> With soft caress <br>O'er billowy plain and mountain steep <br> And wilderness -- <br>A velvet touch, a subtle breath, <br>As sweet as love, as calm as death, <br>On earth, on air, so soft, so fine, <br>Till all the soul a spell divine <br> O'ershadoweth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gray gums by the lonely creek, <br> The star-crowned height, <br>The wind-swept plain, the dim blue peak, <br> The cold white light, <br>The solitude spread near and far <br>Around the camp-fire's tiny star, <br>The horse-bell's melody remote, <br>The curlew's melancholy note <br> Across the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These have their message; yet from these <br> Our songs have thrown <br>O'er all our Austral hills and leas <br> One sombre tone. <br>Whence doth the mournful keynote start? <br>From the pure depths of Nature's heart? <br>Or from the heart of him who sings <br>And deems his hand upon the strings <br> Is Nature's own? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could tints be deeper, skies less dim, <br> More soft and fair, <br>Dappled with milk-white clouds that swim <br> In faintest air? <br>The soft moss sleeps upon the stone, <br>Green scrub-vine traceries enthrone <br>The dead gray trunks, and boulders red, <br>Roofed by the pine and carpeted <br> With maidenhair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But far and near, o'er each, o'er all, <br> Above, below, <br>Hangs the great silence like a pall <br> Softer than snow. <br>Not sorrow is the spell it brings, <br>But thoughts of calmer, purer things, <br>Like the sweet touch of hands we love, <br>A woman's tenderness above <br> A fevered brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These purple hills, these yellow leas, <br> These forests lone, <br>These mangrove shores, these shimmering seas, <br> This summer zone -- <br>Shall they inspire no nobler strain <br>Than songs of bitterness and pain? <br>Strike her wild harp with firmer hand, <br>And send her music thro' the land, <br> With loftier tone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her song is silence; unto her <br> Its mystery clings. <br>Silence is the interpreter <br> Of deeper things. <br>O for sonorous voice and strong <br>To change that silence into song, <br>To give that melody release <br>Which sleeps in the deep heart of peace <br> With folded wings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395966" data-title="An Australian Symphony de George Essex Evans" data-description="Not as the songs of other lands Her song shall be Where dim Her purple shore-line stands Above the sea! As erst she stood, she stands alone; Her inspiration is her own. From sunlit plains to mangrove stran..."></div> </div> </div>
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