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Kiama

TOWARDS the hills of Jamberoo 
Some few fantastic shadows haste, 
Uplit with fires 
Like castle spires 
Outshining through a mirage waste. 
Behold, a mournful glory sits 
On feathered ferns and woven brakes, 
Where sobbing wild like restless child 

The gusty breeze of evening wakes! 
Methinks I hear on every breath 
A lofty tone go passing by, 
That whispers - ``Weave, 
Though wood winds grieve, 
The fadeless blooms of Poesy!'' 


A spirit hand has been abroad - 
An evil hand to pluck the flowers - 
A world of wealth, 
And blooming health 
Has gone from fragrant seaside bowers. 
The twilight waxeth dim and dark, 

The sad waves mutter sounds of woe, 
But the evergreen retains its sheen, 
And happy hearts exist below; 
But pleasure sparkles on the sward, 
And voices utter words of bliss, 
And while my bride 
Sits by my side, 
Oh, where's the scene surpassing this? 


Kiama slumbers, robed with mist, 
All glittering in the dewy light 
That, brooding o'er 
The shingly shore, 

Lies resting in the arms of Night; 
And foam-flecked crags with surges chill, 
And rocks embraced of cold-lipped spray, 
Are moaning loud where billows crowd 
In angry numbers up the bay. 

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The holy stars come looking down 
On windy heights and swarthy strand, 
And Life and Love - 
The cliffs above - 
Are sitting fondly hand in hand. 


I hear a music inwardly, 

That floods my soul with thoughts of joy; 
Within my heart 
Emotions start 
That Time may still but ne'er destroy. 
An ancient Spring revives itself, 
And days which made the past divine; 
And rich warm gleams from golden dreams, 
All glorious in their summer shine; 
And songs of half forgotten hours, 
And many a sweet melodious strain, 
Which still shall rise 
Beneath the skies 

When all things else have died again. 


A white sail glimmers out at sea - 
A vessel walking in her sleep; 
Some Power goes past 
That bends the mast, 
While frighted waves to leeward leap. 
The moonshine veils the naked sand 
And ripples upward with the tide, 
As underground there rolls a sound 
From where the caverned waters glide. 
A face that bears affection's glow, 

The soul that speaks from gentle eyes, 
And joy which slips 
From loving lips 
Have made this spot my Paradise! 

Poem by Henry Kendall
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