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Now while Orion flaming south doth set	A
A shining foot on hills of wind and wet	A
Far haughty hills beyond the fountains cold	B
And dells of glimmering greenness manifold	B
While August sings the advent of the Spring	C
And in the calm is heard September s wing	C
The lordly voice of song I ask of thee	D
High deathless radiance crowned Calliope	D
What though we never hear the great god s lays	E
Which made all music the Hellenic days	E
What though the face of thy fair heaven beams	F
Still only on the crystal Grecian streams	F
What though a sky of new strange beauty shines	G
Where no white Dryad sings within the pines	G
Here is a land whose large imperial grace	H
Must tempt thee goddess in thine holy place	H
Here are the dells of peace and plenilune	I
The hills of morning and the slopes of noon	I
Here are the waters dear to days of blue	J
And dark green hollows of the noontide dew	J
Here lies the harp by fragrant wood winds fanned	K
That waits the coming of thy quickening hand	K
And shall Australia framed and set in sea	D
August with glory wait in vain for thee	D
Shall more than Tempe s beauty be unsung	L
Because its shine is strange its colours young	L
No by the full live light which puts to shame	M
The far fair splendours of Thessalian flame	M
By yonder forest psalm which sinks and swells	N
Like that of Phocis grave with oracles	O
By deep prophetic winds that come and go	P
Where whispering springs of pondering mountains flow	P
By lute like leaves and many languaged caves	Q
Where sounds the strong hosanna of the waves	Q
This great new majesty shall not remain	I
Unhonoured by the high immortal strain	I
Soon soon the music of the southern lyre	R
Shall start and blossom with a speech like fire	S
Soon soon shall flower and flow in flame divine	I
Thy songs Apollo and Euterpe thine	I
Strong shining sons of Delphicus shall rise	T
With all their father s glory in their eyes	T
And then shall beam on yonder slopes and springs	U
The light that swims upon the light of things	U
And therefore lingering in a land of lawn	I
I standing here a singer of the dawn	I
With gaze upturned to where wan summits lie	V
Against the morning flowing up the sky	V
Whose eyes in dreams of many colours see	D
A glittering vision of the years to be	D
Do ask of thee Calliope one hour	S
Of life pre eminent with perfect power	S
That I may leave a song whose lonely rays	E
May shine hereafter from these songless days	E
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For now there breaks across the faint grey range	W
The rose red dawning of a radiant change	W
A soft sweet voice is in the valleys deep	X
Where darkness droops and sings itself to sleep	X
The grave mute woods that yet the silence hold	B
Of dim dead ages gleam with hints of gold	B
Yon eastern cape that meets the straitened wave	Y
A twofold tower above the whistling cave	Y
Whose strength in thunder shields the gentle lea	D
And makes a white wrath of a league of sea	D
Now wears the face of peace and in the bay	Z
The weak spent voice of Winter dies away	Z
In every dell there is a whispering wing	C
On every lawn a glimmer of the Spring	C
By every hill are growths of tender green	I
On every slope a fair new life is seen	I
And lo beneath the morning s blossoming fires	A2
The shining city of a hundred spires	B2
In mists of gold by countless havens furled	B
And glad with all the flags of all the world	B
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These are the shores where in a dream of fear	C2
Cathay saw darkness dwelling half the year	C2
These are the coasts that old fallacious tales	D2
Chained down with ice and ringed with sleepless gales	D2
This is the land that in the hour of awe	E2
From Indian peaks the rapt Venetian saw	F2
Here is the long grey line of strange sea wall	G2
That checked the prow of the audacious Gaul	G2
What time he steered towards the southern snow	P
From zone to zone four hundred years ago	P
By yonder gulf whose marching waters meet	B
The wine dark currents from the isles of heat	B
Strong sons of Europe in a far dim year	C2
Faced ghastly foes and felt the alien spear	C2
There in a later dawn by shipless waves	Q
The tender grasses found forgotten graves	Q
Far in the west beyond those hills sublime	H2
Dirk Hartog anchored in the olden time	H2
There by a wild faced bay and in a cleft	B
His shining name the fair haired Northman left	B
And on those broad imperial waters far	I2
Beneath the lordly occidental star	I2
Sailed Tasman down a great and glowing space	H
Whose softer lights were like his lady s face	H
In dreams of her he roved from zone to zone	I
And gave her lovely name to coasts unknown	I
And saw in streaming sunset everywhere	J2
The curious beauty of her golden hair	J2
By flaming tracts of tropic afternoon	I
Where in low heavens hangs a fourfold moon	I
Here on the tides of a resplendent year	C2
By capes of jasper came the buccaneer	K2
Then then the wild men flying from the beach	L2
First heard the clear bold sounds of English speech	L2
And then first fell across a Southern plain	I
The broad strong shadows of a Saxon train	I
Near yonder wall of stately cliff that braves	Q
The arrogance of congregated waves	Q
The daring son of grey old Yorkshire stood	B
And dreamed in a majestic solitude	B
What time a gentle April shed its showers	A2
Aflame with sunset on the Bay of Flowers	A2
The noble seaman who withheld the hand	B
And spared the Hector of his native land	B
The single savage yelling on the beach	L2
The dark strange curses of barbaric speech	L2
Exalted sailor whose benignant phrase	E
Shines full of beauty in these latter days	E
Who met the naked tribes of fiery skies	T
With great divine compassion in his eyes	T
Who died like Him of hoary Nazareth	M2
That death august the radiant martyr s death	N2
Who in the last hour showed the Christian face	H
Whose crumbling beauty shamed the alien race	H
In peace he sleeps where deep eternal calms	O2
Lie round the land of heavy fruited palms	O2
Lo in that dell behind a singing bar	I2
Where deep pure pools of glittering waters are	I2
Beyond a mossy yellow gleaming glade	B
The last of Forby Sutherland was laid	B
The blue eyed Saxon from the hills of snow	P
Who fell asleep a hundred years ago	P
In flowerful shades where gold and green are rife	P2
Still rests the shell of his forgotten life	P2
Far far away beneath some northern sky	V
The fathers of his humble household lie	V
But by his lonely grave are sapphire streams	F
And gracious woodlands where the fire fly gleams	F
And ever comes across a silver lea	D
The hymn sublime of the eternal sea	D
	-
On that bold hill against a broad blue stream	Q2
Stood Arthur Phillip in a day of dream	Q2
What time the mists of morning westward rolled	B
And heaven flowered on a bay of gold	B
Here in the hour that shines and sounds afar	I2
Flamed first old England s banner like a star	I2
Here in a time august with prayer and praise	E
Was born the nation of these splendid days	E
And here this land s majestic yesterday	B
Of immemorial silence died away	B
Where are the woods that ninety summers back	R2
Stood hoar with ages by the water track	R2
Where are the valleys of the flashing wing	C
The dim green margins and the glimmering spring	C
Where now the warrior of the forest race	H
His glaring war paint and his fearless face	H
The banks of April and the groves of bird	B
The glades of silence and the pools unstirred	B
The gleaming savage and the whistling spear	C2
Passed with the passing of a wild old year	C2
A single torrent singing by the wave	Y
A shadowy relic in a mountain cave	Y
A ghost of fire in immemorial hills	S2
The whittled tree by folded wayside rills	S2
The call of bird that hides in hollows far	I2
Where feet of thunder wings of winter are	I2
Of all that Past these wrecks of wind and rain	I
These touching memories these alone remain	I
	-
What sun is this that beams and broadens west	B
What wonder this in deathless glory dressed	B
What strange sweet harp of highest god took flame	M
And gave this Troy its life its light its name	M
What awful lyre of marvellous power and range	W
Upraised this Ilion wrought this dazzling change	W
No shining singer of Hellenic dreams	S2
Set yonder splendour by the morning streams	S2
No god who glimmers in a doubtful sphere	C2
Shed gl	D

Henry Kendall

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