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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wollongong</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the time<br>When we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's golden prime;<br>Let me lift again the curtain, while I gaze upon the past,<br>As the sailor glances homewards, watching from the topmost mast.<br>Here we rested on the grasses, in the glorious summer hours,<br>When the waters hurried seaward, fringed with ferns and forest flowers;<br>When our youthful eyes, rejoicing, saw the sunlight round the spray<br>In a rainbow-wreath of splendour, glittering underneath the day;<br>Sunlight flashing past the billows, falling cliffs and crags among,<br>Clothing hopeful friendship basking on the shores of Wollongong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Echoes of departed voices, whispers from forgotten dreams,<br>Come across my spirit, like the murmurs of melodious streams.<br>Here we both have wandered nightly, when the moonshine cold and pale<br>Shimmer'd on the cone of Keira, sloping down the sleeping vale;<br>When the mournful waves came sobbing, sobbing on the furrowed shore,<br>Like to lone hearts weeping over loved ones they shall see no more;<br>While the silver ripples, stealing past the shells and slimy stones,<br>Broke beneath the caverns, dying, one by one, in muffled moans;<br>As the fragrant wood-winds roaming, with a fitful cadence sung<br>'Mid the ghostly branches belting round the shores of Wollongong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely faces flit before us, friendly forms around us stand;<br>Gleams of well-remembered gladness trip along the yellow sand.<br>Here the gold-green waters glistened underneath our dreaming gaze,<br>As the lights of Heaven slanted down the pallid ether haze;<br>Here the mossy rock-pool, like to one that stirs himself in sleep,<br>Trembled every moment at the roaring of the restless deep;<br>While the stately vessels swooping to the breezes fair and free,<br>Passed away like sheeted spectres, fading down the distant sea;<br>And our wakened fancies sparkled, and our soul-born thoughts we strung<br>Into joyous lyrics, singing with the waves of Wollongong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low-breathed strains of sweetest music float about my raptured ears;<br>Angel-eyes are glancing at me hopeful smiles and happy tears.<br>Merry feet go scaling up the old and thunder-shattered steeps,<br>And the billows clamber after, and the surge to ocean leaps,<br>Scattered into fruitless showers, falling where the breakers roll,<br>Baffled like the aspirations of a proud ambitious soul.<br>Far off sounds of silvery laughter through the hollow caverns ring,<br>While my heart leaps up to catch reviving pleasure on the wing;<br>And the years come trooping backward, and we both again are young,<br>Walking side by side upon the lovely shores of Wollongong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fleeting dreams and idle fancies! Lo, the gloomy after Age<br>Creepeth, like an angry shadow, over life's eventful stage!<br>Joy is but a mocking phantom, throwing out its glitter brief -<br>Short-lived as the western sunbeam dying from the cedar leaf.<br>Here we linger, lonely-hearted, musing over visions fled,<br>While the sickly twilight withers from the arches overhead.<br>Semblance of a bliss delusive are those dull, receding rays;<br>Semblance of the faint reflection left to us of other days;<br>Days of vernal hope and gladness, hours when the blossoms sprung<br>Round the feet of blithesome ramblers by the shores of Wollongong.</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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When we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's golden prime;
Let me lift again the curtain, while I gaze upon the past,
As the sailor glances homewards, watching from the topmost mast...."></div>
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