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Arthur Henry Adams

Lawrence / New Zealand
Arthur Henry Adams
Lawrence / New Zealand
Thursday, January 1, 2004

Sydney

Rating: 2.9
In her grey majesty of ancient stone
She queens it proudly, though the sun's caress
Her piteous cheeks, ravished of bloom, confess,
And her dark eyes his bridegroom glance have know.
Robed in her flowing parks, serene, alone,
She fronts the east; and with the tropic stress
Her smooth brow ripples into weariness;
Yet hers the sea for footstool, and for throne
A continent predestined. Round her trails
The turbid squalor of her streets, and dim
Into the dark heat-haze her domes flow up;
Her long lean fingers, with their grey-old nails,
Giving her thirsty lips to the cool brim
Of the bronze beauty of her harbour's cup.
Arthur Henry Adams
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COMMENTS
Oh, what a fantastic way to describe a city!
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Kim Barney 17 March 2015
Surely there is a typo here. And her dark eyes his bridegroom glance have know. This line makes no sense.
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