The Muse of Australia

by Henry Kendall
The Poems of Henry Kendall (1920)
Vol. I – Poems and Songs


Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts,
 And the torrent leaps down to the surges,
I have followed her, clambering over the clifts,
 By the chasms and moon-haunted verges.
I know she is fair as the angels are fair,
For have I not caught a faint glimpse of her there;
A glimpse of her face and her glittering hair,
 And a hand with the Harp of Australia?


I never can reach you, to hear the sweet voice
 So full with the music of fountains!
Oh! when will you meet with that soul of your choice,
 Who will lead you down here from the mountains?
A lyre-bird lit on a shimmering space;
It dazzled mine eyes and I turned from the place,
And wept in the dark for a glorious face,
 And a hand with the Harp of Australia!

Haliastur Sphenurus Whistling Eagle
Plate 44 Vol. 06 Birds of Australia 1887-1891
Gracius Joseph Broinowski
Dixson Library, State Library of New South Wales

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