Poems (Storrie)/Sydney Harbour (Who has not seen thee lacks so fair a thing)
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Sydney Harbour
Who has not seen thee lacks so fair a thing
That I am fain to pity him, although
So like a comrade doth thy beauty grow
Into my life, that leaving thee must bring
A real grief. Thy voice, low murmuring
Of sunkissed waters, many a time I know,
Will hurt my memory like a sudden blow
As through my heart its haunting echoes sing;
I will not see one bar of slanting gold
But will recall how fair it fell on thee
As, dimpling round thy fretted emerald shores
Thou didst the flowers reflect, or dashing bold
'Gainst rocky headlands an imperious knee
Thundered, with foaming hand at Heaven's doors.
That I am fain to pity him, although
So like a comrade doth thy beauty grow
Into my life, that leaving thee must bring
A real grief. Thy voice, low murmuring
Of sunkissed waters, many a time I know,
Will hurt my memory like a sudden blow
As through my heart its haunting echoes sing;
I will not see one bar of slanting gold
But will recall how fair it fell on thee
As, dimpling round thy fretted emerald shores
Thou didst the flowers reflect, or dashing bold
'Gainst rocky headlands an imperious knee
Thundered, with foaming hand at Heaven's doors.