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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Cape Schanck</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down to the lighthouse pillar <br> The rolling woodland comes, <br>Gay with the gold of she-oaks <br> And the green of the stunted gums, <br>With the silver-grey of honeysuckle, <br> With the wasted bracken red, <br>With a tuft of softest emerald <br> And a cloud-flecked sky o'erhead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We climbed by ridge and boulder, <br> Umber and yellow scarred, <br>Out to the utmost precipice, <br> To the point that was ocean-barred, <br>Till we looked below on the fastness <br> Of the breeding eagle's nest, <br>And Cape Wollomai opened eastward <br> And the Otway on the west. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the mirror of azure <br> The purple shadows crept, <br>League upon league of rollers <br> Landward evermore swept, <br>And burst upon gleaming basalt, <br> And foamed in cranny and crack, <br>And mounted in sheets of silver, <br> And hurried reluctant back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sea, so calm out yonder, <br> Wherever we turned our eyes, <br>Like the blast of an angel's trumpet <br> Rang out to the earth and skies, <br>Till the reefs and the rocky ramparts <br> Throbbed to the giant fray, <br>And the gullies and jutting headlands <br> Were bathed in a misty spray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, sweet in the distant ranges, <br> To the ear of inland men, <br>Is the ripple of falling water <br> In sassafras-haunted glen, <br>The stir in the ripening cornfield <br> That gently rustles and swells, <br>The wind in the wattle sighing, <br> The tinkle of cattle bells. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But best is the voice of ocean, <br> That strikes to the heart and brain, <br>That lulls with its passionate music <br> Trouble and grief and pain, <br>That murmurs the requiem sweetest <br> For those who have loved and lost, <br>And thunders a jubilant anthem <br> To brave hearts tempest-tossed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That takes to its boundless bosom <br> The burden of all our care, <br>That whispers of sorrow vanquished, <br> Of hours that may yet be fair, <br>That tells of a Harbour of Refuge <br> Beyond life's stormy straits, <br>Of an infinite peace that gladdens, <br> Of an infinite love that waits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Lister+Cuthbertson">James Lister Cuthbertson</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=415927" data-title="At Cape Schanck de James Lister Cuthbertson" data-description="Down to the lighthouse pillar The rolling woodland comes, Gay with the gold of she-oaks And the green of the stunted gums, With the silver-grey of honeysuckle, With the wasted bracken red,..."></div> </div> </div>
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