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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408341" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kiama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Towards the hills of Jamberoo <br>Some few fantastic shadows haste, <br>Uplit with fires <br>Like castle spires <br>Outshining through a mirage waste. <br>Behold, a mournful glory sits <br>On feathered ferns and woven brakes, <br>Where sobbing wild like restless child <br>The gusty breeze of evening wakes! <br>Methinks I hear on every breath <br>A lofty tone go passing by, <br>That whispers -- &quot;Weave, <br>Though wood winds grieve, <br>The fadeless blooms of Poesy!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spirit hand has been abroad -- <br>An evil hand to pluck the flowers -- <br>A world of wealth, <br>And blooming health <br>Has gone from fragrant seaside bowers. <br>The twilight waxeth dim and dark, <br>The sad waves mutter sounds of woe, <br>But the evergreen retains its sheen, <br>And happy hearts exist below; <br>But pleasure sparkles on the sward, <br>And voices utter words of bliss, <br>And while my bride <br>Sits by my side, <br>Oh, where's the scene surpassing this? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kiama slumbers, robed with mist, <br>All glittering in the dewy light <br>That, brooding o'er <br>The shingly shore, <br>Lies resting in the arms of Night; <br>And foam-flecked crags with surges chill, <br>And rocks embraced of cold-lipped spray, <br>Are moaning loud where billows crowd <br>In angry numbers up the bay. <br>The holy stars come looking down <br>On windy heights and swarthy strand, <br>And Life and Love -- <br>The cliffs above -- <br>Are sitting fondly hand in hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear a music inwardly, <br>That floods my soul with thoughts of joy; <br>Within my heart <br>Emotions start <br>That Time may still but ne'er destroy. <br>An ancient Spring revives itself, <br>And days which made the past divine; <br>And rich warm gleams from golden dreams, <br>All glorious in their summer shine; <br>And songs of half forgotten hours, <br>And many a sweet melodious strain, <br>Which still shall rise <br>Beneath the skies <br>When all things else have died again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white sail glimmers out at sea -- <br>A vessel walking in her sleep; <br>Some Power goes past <br>That bends the mast, <br>While frighted waves to leeward leap. <br>The moonshine veils the naked sand <br>And ripples upward with the tide, <br>As underground there rolls a sound <br>From where the caverned waters glide. <br>A face that bears affection's glow, <br>The soul that speaks from gentle eyes, <br>And joy which slips <br>From loving lips <br>Have made this spot my Paradise!</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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Some few fantastic shadows haste, 
Uplit with fires 
Like castle spires 
Outshining through a mirage waste. 
Behold, a mournful glory sits 
On feathered ferns and woven brakes, 
Where sobbing wild like restless child..."></div>
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