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 But; when the happy birds

Are singing in the sunny rain;

 I think I hear its words。



I think I hear the echo still

 Of long…forgotten tones;

When evening winds are on the hill

 And sunset fires the cones;

But only in the hours supreme;

 With songs of land and sea;

The lyrics of the leaf and stream;

 This echo comes to me。



No longer doth the earth reveal

 Her gracious green and gold;

I sit where youth was once; and feel

 That I am growing old。

The lustre from the face of things

 Is wearing all away;

Like one who halts with tired wings;

 I rest and muse to…day。



There is a river in the range

 I love to think about;

Perhaps the searching feet of change

 Have never found it out。

Ah! oftentimes I used to look

 Upon its banks; and long

To steal the beauty of that brook

 And put it in a song。



I wonder if the slopes of moss;

 In dreams so dear to me 

The falls of flower; and flower…like floss 

 Are as they used to be!

I wonder if the waterfalls;

 The singers far and fair;

That gleamed between the wet; green walls;

 Are still the marvels there!



Ah! let me hope that in that place

 Those old familiar things

To which I turn a wistful face

 Have never taken wings。

Let me retain the fancy still

 That; past the lordly range;

There always shines; in folds of hill;

 One spot secure from change!



I trust that yet the tender screen

 That shades a certain nook

Remains; with all its gold and green;

 The glory of the brook。

It hides a secret to the birds

 And waters only known:

The letters of two lovely words 

 A poem on a stone。



Perhaps the lady of the past

 Upon these lines may light;

The purest verses; and the last;

 That I may ever write:

She need not fear a word of blame:

 Her tale the flowers keep 

The wind that heard me breathe her name

 Has been for years asleep。



But in the night; and when the rain

 The troubled torrent fills;

I often think I see again

 The river in the hills;

And when the day is very near;

 And birds are on the wing;

My spirit fancies it can hear

 The song I cannot sing。







  Hy…Brasil





〃Daughter;〃 said the ancient father; pausing by the evening sea;

〃Turn thy face towards the sunset  turn thy face and kneel with me!

Prayer and praise and holy fasting; lips of love and life of light;

These and these have made thee perfect  shining saint with seraph's sight!

Look towards that flaming crescent  look beyond that glowing space 

Tell me; sister of the angels; what is beaming in thy face?〃

And the daughter; who had fasted; who had spent her days in prayer;

Till the glory of the Saviour touched her head and rested there;

Turned her eyes towards the sea…line  saw beyond the fiery crest;

Floating over waves of jasper; far Hy…Brasil in the West。



All the calmness and the colour  all the splendour and repose;

Flowing where the sunset flowered; like a silver…hearted rose!

There indeed was singing Eden; where the great gold river runs

Past the porch and gates of crystal; ringed by strong and shining ones!

There indeed was God's own garden; sailing down the sapphire sea 

Lawny dells and slopes of summer; dazzling stream and radiant tree!

Out against the hushed horizon  out beneath the reverent day;

Flamed the Wonder on the waters  flamed; and flashed; and passed away。

And the maiden who had seen it felt a hand within her own;

And an angel that we know not led her to the lands unknown。



Never since hath eye beheld it  never since hath mortal; dazed

By its strange; unearthly splendour; on the floating Eden gazed!

Only once since Eve went weeping through a throng of glittering wings;

Hath the holy seen Hy…Brasil where the great gold river sings!

Only once by quiet waters; under still; resplendent skies;

Did the sister of the seraphs kneel in sight of Paradise!

She; the pure; the perfect woman; sanctified by patient prayer;

Had the eyes of saints of Heaven; all their glory in her hair:

Therefore God the Father whispered to a radiant spirit near 

〃Show Our daughter fair Hy…Brasil  show her this; and lead her here。〃



But beyond the halls of sunset; but within the wondrous West;

On the rose…red seas of evening; sails the Garden of the Blest。

Still the gates of glassy beauty; still the walls of glowing light;

Shine on waves that no man knows of; out of sound and out of sight。

Yet the slopes and lawns of lustre; yet the dells of sparkling streams;

Dip to tranquil shores of jasper; where the watching angel beams。

But; behold! our eyes are human; and our way is paved with pain;

We can never find Hy…Brasil; never see its hills again!

Never look on bays of crystal; never bend the reverent knee

In the sight of Eden floating  floating on the sapphire sea!







  Outre Mer





I see; as one in dreaming;

 A broad; bright; quiet sea;

Beyond it lies a haven 

 The only home for me。

Some men grow strong with trouble;

 But all my strength is past;

And tired and full of sorrow;

 I long to sleep at last。

By force of chance and changes

 Man's life is hard at best;

And; seeing rest is voiceless;

 The dearest thing is rest。



Beyond the sea  behold it;

 The home I wish to seek;

The refuge of the weary;

 The solace of the weak!

Sweet angel fingers beckon;

 Sweet angel voices ask

My soul to cross the waters;

 And yet I dread the task。

God help the man whose trials

 Are tares that he must reap!

He cannot face the future 

 His only hope is sleep。



Across the main a vision

 Of sunset coasts; and skies;

And widths of waters gleaming;

 Enchant my human eyes。

I; who have sinned and suffered;

 Have sought  with tears have sought 

To rule my life with goodness;

 And shape it to my thought。

And yet there is no refuge

 To shield me from distress;

Except the realm of slumber

 And great forgetfulness。









Marcus Clarke。







  The Song of Tigilau





   The song of Tigilau the brave;

      Sina's wild lover;

   Who across the heaving wave

      From Samoa came over:

Came over; Sina; at the setting moon!



   The moon shines round and bright;

      She; with her dark…eyed maidens at her side;

      Watches the rising tide。

   While balmy breathes the starry southern night;

   While languid heaves the lazy southern tide;

The rising tide; O Sina; and the setting moon!



   The night is past; is past and gone;

      The moon sinks to the West;

      The sea…heart beats opprest;

      And Sina's passionate breast

Heaves like the sea; when the pale moon has gone;

Heaves like the passionate sea; Sina; left by the moon alone!



   Silver on silver sands; the rippling waters meet 

      Will he come soon?

   The rippling waters kiss her delicate feet;

   The rippling waters; lisping low and sweet;

      Ripple with the tide;

      The rising tide;

   The rising tide; O Sina; and the setting moon!



   He comes!  her lover!

   Tigilau; the son of Tui Viti。

   Her maidens round her hover;

   The rising waves her white feet cover。

      O Tigilau; son of Tui Viti;

      Through the mellow dusk thy proas glide;

         So soon!

      So soon by the rising tide;

The rising tide; my Sina; and the setting moon!



   The mooring…poles are left;

   The whitening waves are cleft;

      By the prows of Tui Viti!

      By the sharp keels of Tui Viti!

   Broad is the sea; and deep;

   The yellow Samoans sleep;

   But they will wake and weep 

  Weep in their luxurious odorous vales;

  While the land breeze swells the sails

         Of Tui Viti!

  Tui Viti  far upon the rising tide;

         The rising tide 

The rising tide; my Sina; beneath the setting moon!



   She leaps to meet him!

   Her mouth to greet him

      Burns at his own。

   Away!  To the canoes;

   To the yoked war canoes!

      The sea in murmurous tone

   Whispers the story of their loves;

   Re…echoes the story of their loves 

      The story of Tui Viti;

      Of Sina and Tui Viti;

      By the rising tide;

The rising tide; Sina; beneath the setting moon!



         She has gone!

         She has fled!

            Sina!

Sina; for whom the warriors decked their shining hair;

Wreathing with pearls their bosoms brown and bare;

Flinging beneath her dainty feet

Mats crimson with the feathers of the parrakeet。

   Ho; Samoans! rouse your warriors full soon;

   For Sina is across the rippling wave;

      With Tigilau; the bold and brave。

   Far; far upon the rising tide!

   Far upon the rising tide!

Far upon the rising tide; Sina; beneath the setting moon。









Patrick Moloney。







  Melbourne





O sweet Queen…city of the golden South;

 Piercing the evening with thy star…lit spires;

Thou wert a witness when I kissed the mouth

 Of her whose eyes outblazed the skye

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