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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sydney Harbour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star,<br>Burns through the darkness with a splendid ring<br>Of tenfold light, and where the awful face<br>Of Sydney’s northern headland stares all night<br>O’er dark, determined waters from the east,<br>From year to year a wild, Titanic voice<br>Of fierce aggressive sea shoots up and makes, —<br>When storm sails high through drifts of driving sleet,<br>And in the days when limpid waters glass<br>December’s sunny hair and forest face, —<br>A roaring down by immemorial caves,<br>A thunder in the everlasting hills.<br>But calm and lucid as an English lake,<br>Beloved by beams and wooed by wind and wing,<br>Shut in from tempest-trampled wastes of wave,<br>And sheltered from white wraths of surge by walls —<br>Grand ramparts founded by the hand of God,<br>The lordly Harbour gleams. Yea, like a shield<br>Of marvellous gold dropped in his fiery flight<br>By some lost angel in the elder days,<br>When Satan faced and fought Omnipotence,<br>It shines amongst fair, flowering hills, and flows<br>By dells of glimmering greenness manifold.<br>And all day long, when soft-eyed Spring comes round<br>With gracious gifts of bird and leaf and grass —<br>And through the noon, when sumptuous Summer sleeps<br>By yellowing runnels under beetling cliffs,<br>This royal water blossoms far and wide<br>With ships from all the corners of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while sweet Autumn with her gipsy face<br>Stands in the gardens, splashed from heel to thigh<br>With spinning vine-blood — yea, and when the mild,<br>Wan face of our Australian Winter looks<br>Across the congregated southern fens,<br>Then low, melodious, shell-like songs are heard<br>Beneath proud hulls and pompous clouds of sail,<br>By yellow beaches under lisping leaves<br>And hidden nooks to Youth and Beauty dear,<br>And where the ear may catch the counter-voice<br>Of Ocean travelling over far, blue tracts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moreover, when the moon is gazing down<br>Upon her lovely reflex in the wave,<br>(What time she, sitting in the zenith, makes<br>A silver silence over stirless woods),<br>Then, where its echoes start at sudden bells,<br>And where its waters gleam with flying lights,<br>The haven lies, in all its beauty clad,<br>More lovely even than the golden lakes<br>The poet saw, while dreaming splendid dreams<br>Which showed his soul the far Hesperides.</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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Burns through the darkness with a splendid ring
Of tenfold light, and where the awful face
Of Sydney’s northern headland stares all night
O’er dark, determined waters from the east,
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