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MELBOURNE ODES: PROEM by FRANK WILMOT

First Line: I MADE A TOWN OF WIZARD WILES
Last Line: ABOUT THE WHITE CLIFF'S HEELS.

I MADE a town of wizard wiles,
Holy and magic things,
I dressed my heart in a mail of love
To soften envy's stings.

I made a town of fantasies
Whereto I could retire
And leave a world of haste to be
With things of my desire.

I built a town of sorceries
On a white cliff towering high;
Of quiet creeks and blossoming woods
Dappled with shade and sky.

I made a town of flowering domes,
Tree and blossom and bud;
Cascading down the cornices
The sunsets poured their flood.

I made a town of silverstone,
Gardens with moon-white caves;
And past the looming pylons went
My jewel-footed slaves.

I made a town of water-ways,
Silver and grey and blue,
And heard the sea's translucent shells
Send incantations through.

I made a town where ships come home
From far and perilous shores;
A town where foam of surging waves
Leapt at the temple doors.

I made a town of heart's desires;
But I walked out one day:
The track of the years is a twisted track,
I come no more that way.

The low adorning stars surround
Those patient moonlit peaks;
I have forgotten the tone and tongue
Of the wind-voice and the creeks.

The noise of another city comes;
The traffic roars and reels;
The wolfish ocean billows bay
About the white cliff's heels.



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