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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ports of the Open Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down here where the ships loom large in<br>The gloom when the sea-storms veer,<br>Down here on the south-west margin<br>Of the western hemisphere,<br>Where the might of a world-wide ocean<br>Round the youngest land rolls free—<br>Storm-bound from the world’s commotion,<br>Lie the Ports of the Open Sea. <br>By the bluff where the grey sand reaches<br>To the kerb of the spray-swept street,<br>By the sweep of the black sand beaches<br>From the main-road travellers’ feet,<br>By the heights like a work Titanic,<br>By a bluff lined coast volcanic<br>Lie the Ports of the wild South-east. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the steeps of the snow-capped range,<br>By the scarped and terraced hills—<br>Far away from the swift life-changes,<br>From the wear of the strife that kills—<br>Where the land in the Spring seems younger<br>Than a land of the Earth might be—<br>Oh! the hearts of the rovers hunger<br>For the Ports of the Open Sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the captains watch and hearken<br>For a sign of the South Sea wrath—<br>Let the face of the South-east darken,<br>And they turn to the ocean path.<br>Ay, the sea-boats dare not linger,<br>Whatever the cargo be;<br>When the South-east lifts a finger<br>By the Ports of the Open Sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">South by the bleak Bluff faring,<br>North where the Three Kings wait,<br>South-east the tempest daring—<br>Flight through the storm-tossed strait;<br>Yonder a white-winged roamer<br>Struck where the rollers roar—<br>Where the great green froth-flaked comber<br>Breaks down on a black-ribbed shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the South-east lands are dread lands<br>To the sailor in the shrouds,<br>Where the low clouds loom like headlands,<br>And the black bluffs blur like clouds.<br>When the breakers rage to windward<br>And the lights are masked a-lee,<br>And the sunken rocks run inward<br>To a Port of the Open Sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! for the South-east weather—<br>The sweep of the three-days’ gale—<br>When, far through the flax and heather,<br>The spindrift drives like hail.<br>Glory to man’s creations<br>That drive where the gale grows gruff,<br>When the homes of the sea-coast stations<br>Flash white from the dark’ning bluff! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the swell of the South-east rouses<br>The wrath of the Maori sprite,<br>And the brown folk flee their houses<br>And crouch in the flax by night,<br>And wait as they long have waited—<br>In fear as the brown folk be—<br>The wave of destruction fated<br>For the Ports of the Open Sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Grey cloud to the mountain bases,<br>Wild boughs that rush and sweep;<br>On the rounded hills the tussocks<br>Like flocks of flying sheep;<br>A lonely storm-bird soaring<br>O’er tussock, fern and tree;<br>And the boulder beaches roaring<br>The Hymn of the Open Sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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The gloom when the sea-storms veer,
Down here on the south-west margin
Of the western hemisphere,
Where the might of a world-wide ocean
Round the youngest land rolls free—
Storm-bound from the world’s co..."></div>
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