<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dominion of Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not yet; but he whose ear<br>Thrills to that finer atmosphere<br>Where footfalls of appointed things,<br>Reverberant of days to be,<br>Are heard in forecast echoings,<br>Like wave-beats from a viewless sea—<br>Hears in the voiceful tremors of the sky<br>Auroral heralds whispering, “She is nigh.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not yet; but he whose sight<br>Foreknows the advent of the light,<br>Whose soul to morning radiance turns<br>Ere night her curtain hath withdrawn,<br>And in its quivering folds discerns<br>The mute monitions of the dawn,<br>With urgent sense strained onward to descry<br>Her distant tokens, starts to find Her nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not yet her day. How long “not yet?” . . .<br>There comes the flush of violet!<br>And heavenward faces, all aflame<br>With sanguine imminence of morn,<br>Wait but the sun-kiss to proclaim<br>The Day of The Dominion born.<br>Prelusive baptism!—ere the natal hour<br>Named with the name and prophecy of power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Already here to hearts intense,<br>A spirit-force, transcending sense,<br>In heights unscaled, in deeps unstirred,<br>Beneath the calm, above the storm,<br>She waits the incorporating word<br>To bid her tremble into form.<br>Already, like divining-rods, men's souls<br>Bend down to where the unseen river rolls;—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For even as, from sight concealed,<br>By never flush of dawn revealed,<br>Nor e'er illumed by golden noon,<br>Nor sunset-streaked with crimson bar,<br>Nor silver-spanned by wake of moon,<br> <br>Nor visited of any star,<br>Beneath these lands a river waits to bless<br>(So men divine) our utmost wilderness,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rolls dark, but yet shall know our skies,<br>Soon as the wisdom of the wise<br>Conspires with nature to disclose<br>The blessing prisoned and unseen,<br>Till round our lessening wastes there glows<br>A perfect zone of broadening green,—<br>Till all our land, Australia Felix called,<br>Become one Continent-Isle of Emerald;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So flows beneath our good and ill<br>A viewless stream of Common Will,<br>A gathering force, a present might,<br>That from its silent depths of gloom<br>At Wisdom's voice shall leap to light,<br>And hide our barren feuds in bloom,<br>Till, all our sundering lines with love o'ergrown,<br>Our bounds shall be the girdling seas alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415740" data-title="The Dominion of Australia de James Brunton Stephens" data-description="She is not yet; but he whose ear Thrills to that finer atmosphere Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of days to be, Are heard in forecast echoings, Like wave-beats from a viewless sea— Hears in the voiceful tremors of the sky Auror..."></div> </div> </div>

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