07.05.2012, 08:48
John Dunmore Lang
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
Written On Board The Medway, Off Hobart Van Dieman's Land
O I COULD gaze the live-long summer-day
On such a scene as fills the raptured eye
In this fair haven! Mountains that reach the sky
Rise on the right and left, shadowing the bay
With their huge forms, and diadem'd with grey
And castellated rocks, whose hues may vie
With the dark tints o'the sombre drapery
That waves i'the wind adown their sides for ay.
Yet all is wild and waste, save where the hand
Of man, with long-continued toil and care,
Has won a little spot of blooming land
From the vast cheerless forest here and there!
So is the moral world - a desart drear
Where but a few green spots amid the waste appear!
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
Written On Board The Medway, Off Hobart Van Dieman's Land
O I COULD gaze the live-long summer-day
On such a scene as fills the raptured eye
In this fair haven! Mountains that reach the sky
Rise on the right and left, shadowing the bay
With their huge forms, and diadem'd with grey
And castellated rocks, whose hues may vie
With the dark tints o'the sombre drapery
That waves i'the wind adown their sides for ay.
Yet all is wild and waste, save where the hand
Of man, with long-continued toil and care,
Has won a little spot of blooming land
From the vast cheerless forest here and there!
So is the moral world - a desart drear
Where but a few green spots amid the waste appear!