an anthology of australian verse-第28节
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In this wise men have greeted kings；
In name or fame；
But such acclaim
Were vain and emptiest of things
If love were silent； drawn apart；
And mute the People's mighty heart。
The love that ivy…like an ancient land doth cherish；
It grows not in a day； nor in a year doth perish。
But； little leaf by leaf；
It creeps along the walls and wreathes the ramparts hoary。
The sun that gives it strength it is a nation's glory；
The dew； a people's grief。
The love that ivy…like around a home…land lingers；
With soft embrace of breast and green； caressive fingers；
We are too young to know。
Not ours the glory…dome； the monuments and arches
At thought of which takes arms the blood； and proudly marches
Exultant o'er the foe。
Green lands undesolated
For no avengement cry；
No feud of race unsated
Leaps out again to triumph；
Leaps out again to triumph； or to die！
Attendant here to…day in heart and mind
Must be all lovers of mankind；
Attendant； too； the souls sublime
The Prophet…souls of every clime；
Who； living； in a tyrant's time；
Yet thought and wrought and sought to break
The chains about mankind and make
A man where men had made a slave：
Who all intent to lift and save
Beheld the flag of Freedom wave
And scorned the prison or the grave；
For whom the darkness failed to mar
The vision of a world afar；
The shining of the Morning Star。
Attendant here； then； they must be；
And gathering close with eyes elate
Behold the vision of a State
Where men are equal； just； and free：
A State that hath no stain upon her；
No taint to hurt her maiden honour；
A Home where love and kindness centre；
A People's House where all may enter。
And； being entered； meet no dearth
Of welcome round a common hearth；
A People's House not built of stone；
Nor wrought by hand and brain alone；
But formed and founded on the heart；
A People's House； A People's Home；
En…isled in foam and far apart；
A People's House； where all may roam
The many rooms and be at ease；
A People's House； with tower and dome；
And over all a People's Flag
A Flag upon the breeze。
The Lotus…Flower
All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour：
There comes the spell of a magic dream；
And the Harbour seems a lotus…flower；
A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold；
A broad flower blazing with light at noon；
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart； who sees it by sun or moon。
Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire；
And tower looks over the top of tower；
For all mute things it would seem； aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus…flower。
Men meet its beauty with furrowed face；
And straight the furrows are smoothed away；
They buy and sell in the market…place；
And languor leadens their blood all day。
At night they look on the flower； and lo！
The City passes with all its cares：
They dream no more in its azure glow；
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares。
The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies；
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town； till the old town lies
Like one half…drunk with a magic wine。
Star…loved； it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth。
Though flowers be fair is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South？
Sun…loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge…glory or glow serene；
And men bethink them of jewelled shields；
A turquoise lighting a ground of green。
Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness； but life and light；
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night。
Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall； and fall； and forever fall；
Tear…worn and troubled with many scars；
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall。
The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons；
Its beauty summons the artist mood；
And thus； perchance； in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood。
Then souls shall shine with an old…time grace；
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance；
And art be crowned in the market…place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance。
David McKee Wright。
An Old Colonist's Reverie
Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'…wester at morn；
Wind and the rising sun； and waving tussock and corn；
It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang；
The wind is the voice of my home； and I think of the songs it sang
When； fresh from the desk and ledger； I crossed the long leagues of sea
〃The old worn world is gone and the new bright world is free。〃
The wide； wild pastures of old are fading and passing away；
All over the plain are the homes of the men who have come to stay
I sigh for the good old days in the station whare again；
But the good new days are better I would not be heard to complain；
It is only the wind that cries with tears in its voice to me
Of the dead men low in the mould who came with me over the sea。
Some of them down in the city under the marble are laid；
Some on the bare hillside in the mound by the lone tree shade；
And some in the forest deeps of the west in their silence lie；
With the dark pine curtain above shutting out the blue of the sky。
And many have passed from my sight； whither I never shall know；
Swept away in the rushing river or caught in the mountain snow；
All the old hands are gone who came with me over the sea；
But the land that we made our own is the same bright land to me。
There are dreams in the gold of the kowhai； and when ratas are breaking
in bloom
I can hear the rich murmur of voices in the deeps of the fern…shadowed gloom。
Old memory may bring me her treasures from the land of the blossoms of May；
But to me the hill daisies are dearer and the gorse on the river bed grey；
While the mists on the high hilltops curling； the dawn…haunted
haze of the sea；
To my fancy are bridal veils lifting from the face of the land of the free。
The speargrass and cabbage trees yonder； the honey…belled flax in its bloom；
The dark of the bush on the sidings； the snow…crested mountains that loom
Golden and grey in the sunlight； far up in the cloud…fringed blue；
Are the threads with old memory weaving and the line of my life
running through；
And the wind of the morning calling has ever a song for me
Of hope for the land of the dawning in the golden years to be。
Christopher John Brennan。
Romance
Of old； on her terrace at evening
。。。not here。。。in some long…gone kingdom
O； folded close to her breast！。。。
our gaze dwelt wide on the blackness
（was it trees？ or a shadowy passion
the pain of an old…world longing
that it sobb'd； that it swell'd； that it shrank？）
the gloom of the forest
blurr'd soft on the skirt of the night…skies
that shut in our lonely world。
。。。not here。。。in some long…gone world。。。
close…lock'd in that passionate arm…clasp
no word did we utter； we stirr'd not：
the silence of Death； or of Love。。。
only； round and over us
that tearless infinite yearning
and the Night with her spread wings rustling
folding us with the stars。
。。。not here。。。in some long…gone kingdom
of old； on her terrace at evening
O； folded close to her heart！。。。
Poppies
Where the poppy…banners flow
in and out amongst the corn；
spotless morn
ever saw us come and go
hand in hand； as girl and boy
warming fast to youth and maid；
half afraid
at the hint of passionate joy
still in Summer's rose unshown：
yet we heard nor knew a fear；
strong and clear
summer's eager clarion blown
from the sunrise to the set：
now our feet are far away；
night and day；
do the old…known spots forget？
Sweet； I wonder if those hours
breathe of us now parted thence；
if a sense
of our love…birth thrill their flowers。
Poppies flush all tremulous
has our love grown into them；
root and stem；
are the red blooms red with us？
Summer's standards are outroll'd；
other lovers wander slow；
I would know
if the morn is that of old。
Here our days bloom fuller yet；
happiness is all our task；
still I ask
do the vanish'd days forget？
John Le Gay Brereton。
The Sea Maid
In what pearl…paven mossy cave
By what green sea
Art thou reclining； virgin of the wave；
In realms more full of splendid mystery
Than that strong northern flood whence came
The rise and fall of music in thy name
Thy waiting name； Oithona！
The magic of the sea's own change
In depth and height；
From where the eternal order'd billows range
To unknown regions of sleep…weary night；
Fills； like a wonder…waking spell
Whispered by lips of some lone…murmuring shell；
Thy dreaming soul； Oithona。
In gladness o
