Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MUSE OF AUSTRALIA, by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL Poet's Biography First Line: Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts Last Line: And a hand with the harp of australia! Subject(s): Australia | ||||||||
Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts, And the torrent leaps down to the surges, I have followed her, clambering over the clifts, By the chasms and moon-haunted verges. I know she is fair as the angels are fair, For have I not caught a faint glimpse of her there; A glimpse of her face and her glittering hair, And a hand with the Harp of Australia? I never can reach you, to hear the sweet voice So full with the music of fountains! Oh! when will you meet with that soul of your choice, Who will lead you down here from the mountains? A lyre-bird lit on a shimmering space; It dazzled mine eyes and I turned from the place, And wept in the dark for a glorious face, And a hand with the Harp of Australia! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR AUSTRALIA by ALEC DERWENT HOPE ON AUSTRALIAN HILLS by ADA CAMBRIDGE AN AUSTRALIAN GIRL by ETHEL CASTILLA BACHIN' by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A SONG FOR THE HOT WINDS by HARRIET MILLER DAVIDSON SEPTEMBER IN AUSTRALIA by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL THE SYDNEY INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL SONG OF THE SQUATTER by ROBERT LOWE A DEATH IN THE BUSH by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL |
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