Alone — alone!
With a heart like a stone,
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Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,
With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,
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Like a beautiful face looking ever at me
A pure bright moon cometh over the sea;
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Feet of the flying, and fierce
Tops of the sharp-headed spear,
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On that bold hill, against a broad blue stream,
stood Arthur Phillip on a day of dream;
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Daphne! Ladon's daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light,
Take thy thoughts of fairest texture, weave them into words of white --
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Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
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ACROSS the dripping ridges,
O, look, luxurious night!
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HATH he not followed a star through the darkness,
Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah?
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AT rest! Hard by the margin of that sea
Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse,
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Underneath the windy mountain walls
Forth we rode, an eager band,
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I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon,
On Etheline calling and calling!
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Lo! in storms, the triple-headed
Hill, whose dreaded
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Leaves from Australian Forests
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Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!
(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - poet knows his way about!)
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The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,
A torrent beneath them is leaping,
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From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep,
And loud with the lowing of cattle,
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And they shook their sweetness out in their sleep
On the brink of that beautiful stream,
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Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet
Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain
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Today, while yet the rumour filled the street,
I left your faces troubled with the thought
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The song that once I dreamed about,
The tender, touching thing,
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You may have heard of Proclus, sir,
If you have been a reader;
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A splendid sun betwixt the trees
Long spikes of flame did shoot,
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From Andalusian gardens
I bring the rose and rue,
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No song is this of leaf and bird,
And gracious waters flowing;
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The heart that once was rich with light,
And happy in your grace,
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The embers were blinking and clinking away,
The casement half open was thrown;
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Towards the hills of Jamberoo
Some few fantastic shadows haste,
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While the morning light beams on the fern-matted streams,
And the water-pools flash in its glow,
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BE HIS rest the rest he sought:
Calm and deep.
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