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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408291" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Coogee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,<br>With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light;<br>Haunt of gledes, and restless plovers of the melancholy wail<br>Ever lending deeper pathos to the melancholy gale.<br>There, my brothers, down the fissures, chasms deep and wan and wild,<br>Grows the sea-bloom, one that blushes like a shrinking, fair, blind child;<br>And amongst the oozing forelands many a glad, green rock-vine runs,<br>Getting ease on earthy ledges, sheltered from December suns.<br>Often, when a gusty morning, rising cold and grey and strange,<br>Lifts its face from watery spaces, vistas full with cloudy change,<br>Bearing up a gloomy burden which anon begins to wane,<br>Fading in the sudden shadow of a dark, determined rain,<br>Do I seek an eastern window, so to watch the breakers beat<br>Round the steadfast crags of Coogee, dim with drifts of driving sleet:<br>Hearing hollow mournful noises sweeping down a solemn shore,<br>While the grim sea-caves are tideless, and the storm strives at their core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often when the floating vapours fill the silent autumn leas,<br>Dreaming mem’ries fall like moonlight over silver sleeping seas.<br>Youth and I and Love together! Other times and other themes<br>Come to me unsung, unwept for, through the faded evening gleams:<br>Come to me and touch me mutely — I that looked and longed so well,<br>Shall I look and yet forget them? — who may know or who foretell?<br>Though the southern wind roams, shadowed with its immemorial grief,<br>Where the frosty wings of Winter leave their whiteness on the leaf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of mine beyond the waters, here and here these perished days<br>Haunt me with their sweet dead faces and their old divided ways.<br>You that helped and you that loved me, take this song, and when you read,<br>Let the lost things come about you, set your thoughts and hear and heed.<br>Time has laid his burden on us — we who wear our manhood now,<br>We would be the boys we have been, free of heart and bright of brow —<br>Be the boys for just an hour, with the splendour and the speech<br>Of thy lights and thunders, Coogee, flying up thy gleaming beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart’s desire and heart’s division! who would come and say to me,<br>With the eyes of far-off friendship, “You are as you used to be”?<br>Something glad and good has left me here with sickening discontent,<br>Tired of looking, neither knowing what it was or where it went.<br>So it is this sight of Coogee, shining in the morning dew,<br>Sets me stumbling through dim summers once on fire with youth and you —<br>Summers pale as southern evenings when the year has lost its power<br>And the wasted face of April weeps above the withered flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not that seasons bring no solace, not that time lacks light and rest;<br>But the old things were the dearest and the old loves seem the best.<br>We that start at songs familiar, we that tremble at a tone<br>Floating down the ways of music, like a sigh of sweetness flown,<br>We can never feel the freshness, never find again the mood<br>Left among fair-featured places, brightened of our brotherhood.<br>This and this we have to think of when the night is over all,<br>And the woods begin to perish and the rains begin to fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light;
Haunt of gledes, and restless plovers of the melancholy wail
Ever lending deeper pathos to the melancholy g..."></div>
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