Poems (Storrie)/Sydney Harbour (To love thee, and to leave thee! Joy and pain)
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Sydney Harbour.
To love thee, and to leave thee! Joy and pain
True balanced, for thy regal beauty lies
Not throned a day-queen in my passing eyes,
But bedded in my heart. A golden lane
Of memory leads me to thy shores again,
I see thy heaving purple breast that sighs
Its amorous waves against the shore and tries
To kiss the flowers that overhang, in vain,
I used to love thy gleaming garments best
When trailing through the dipping woods they lay
And caught the saffron glamour of the west,
Until I saw thee decked in soft array
Of ebon shadows, and thy glittering crest
Grown pensive 'neath the young moon's silver sway.
True balanced, for thy regal beauty lies
Not throned a day-queen in my passing eyes,
But bedded in my heart. A golden lane
Of memory leads me to thy shores again,
I see thy heaving purple breast that sighs
Its amorous waves against the shore and tries
To kiss the flowers that overhang, in vain,
I used to love thy gleaming garments best
When trailing through the dipping woods they lay
And caught the saffron glamour of the west,
Until I saw thee decked in soft array
Of ebon shadows, and thy glittering crest
Grown pensive 'neath the young moon's silver sway.