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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dungog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERE, pent about by office walls<br>And barren eyes all day,<br>’Tis sweet to think of waterfalls<br>Two hundred miles away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not ask you, friends, to brook<br>An old, old truth from me,<br>If I could shut a Poet’s book<br>Which haunts me like the Sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saith to me, this Poet saith,<br>So many things of light,<br>That I have found a fourfold faith,<br>And gained a twofold sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He telleth me, this Poet tells,<br>How much of God is seen<br>Amongst the deep-mossed English dells,<br>And miles of gleaming green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From many a black Gethsemane,<br>He leads my bleeding feet<br>To where I hear the Morning Sea<br>Round shining spaces beat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To where I feel the wind, which brings<br>A sound of running creeks,<br>And blows those dark, unpleasant things,<br>The sorrows, from my cheeks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll shut mine eyes, my Poet choice,<br>And spend the day with thee;<br>I’ll dream thou art a fountain voice<br>Which God hath sent to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And far beyond these office walls<br>My thoughts shall even stray,<br>And watch the wilful waterfalls,<br>Two hundred miles away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, if I know not of thy deeds,<br>And darling Kentish downs,<br>I’ve seen the deep, wild Dungog fells,<br>And hate the heart of towns!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, ho! for beaming bank and brake,<br>Far-folded hills among,<br>Where Williams, like a silver snake,<br>Draws winding lengths along!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ho! for stormy mountain cones,<br>Where headlong Winter leaps,<br>What time the gloomy swamp-oak groans,<br>And weeps and wails and weeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, friends, are spots of sleepy green,<br>Where one may hear afar,<br>O’er fifteen leagues of waste, I ween,<br>A moaning harbour bar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The sea that breaks, and beats and shakes<br>The caverns, howling loud,<br>Beyond the midnight Myall Lakes,<br>And half-awakened Stroud!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, through the fretful autumn days,<br>Beneath a cloudy sun,<br>Comes rolling down rain-rutted ways,<br>The wind, Euroclydon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While rattles over riven rocks<br>The thunder, harsh and dry;<br>And blustering gum and brooding box<br>Are threshing at the sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the gloom doth vex the sight<br>With crude, unshapely forms<br>Which hold throughout the yelling night<br>A fellowship with storms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here are shady tufts and turns,<br>Where sumptuous Summer lies<br>(By reaches brave with flags and ferns)<br>With large, luxuriant eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, another getteth ease—<br>Our Spring, so rarely seen,<br>Who shows us in the cedar trees<br>A glimpse of golden green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What time the flapping bats have trooped<br>Away like ghosts to graves,<br>And darker growths than Night are cooped<br>In silent, hillside caves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Dungog, dream of darling days,<br>’Tis better thou should’st be<br>A far-off thing to love and praise—<br>A boon from Heaven to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, let me say that when I look<br>With wearied eyes on men,<br>I think of one unchanging nook,<br>And find my faith again.</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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And barren eyes all day,
’Tis sweet to think of waterfalls
Two hundred miles away!

I would not ask you, friends, to brook
An old, old truth from me,
If I could shut a Poet’s book
Which haunts me like the Sea!
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