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Wanderings in Illawarra (3) - ZaunköniG - 08.05.2012 Wanderings in Illawarra. [Inscribed to John Connery, ESQ.] I. Kiama. YOU must remember, JOHN, how awed we stood Upon Kiama's caverned, sea-carved peak, Which, nathless grim and strong, is all too weak To stem the fury of the ocean flood. We spake not then - dark fancies chilled our blood! But when, like white-robed vestal, bright and meek, The Austral Moon, o'er sea and coastline bleak, In perfeet fulness rose, we did (and could) Commend the beauties of that witching scene: The mountain chain, which forms its barrier strong; Its hamlet homes, and churches on the green; Its strips of snowy sand the shore along. Twice hallowed was the spot to us, I ween, All glorified by Heaven and KENDALL'S song! II. Heights of Jamberoo. I WILL recall the mind-ghosts of that night, Which quickly-sullenly - upon us fell Ere we could bid Kiama's vale farewell. And while we clomb steep Jamberoo's rough height, Were not the glooms so spectral that our sight Oft shut their shadows out? O'er knoll and dell Did not shrill shrieks and their wild echoes swell, While, here and there, glared eyes of lurid light From red bush fires? In sooth, we seemed to live In that dark, horrent valley of unrest, Which weird word-workers to pale phantoms give - The shadows of man's phantasies unblest - As fitting place of sojourn. Let us strive To win from that hard travail hope of endless rest. III. Wollongong. FAIR fell the hour in which with trembling eyes We first beheld the beach of Wollongong; The breath came freer, and the heart grew strong, As, wonderstruck, we viewed the bright surprise. Enwreathed in fadeless verdure, to the skies Mount Keera raised his kingly head. The song - The ocean murmurs of the waves which throng High up the shimmering shore - in mystic sighs Poured passion-breathings on the awakened ear, While, like a dome of vast unsullied blue, This grand expanse the empyrean clear O'erarched.... In every rounded shape and shifting hue Of perfect Beauty did we then revere Creative forces - ever ancient, ever new! |