Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Oceanica: Vol. XXXI. 1876–79.
Araluen
By Henry Kendall (18391882)R
Deep amongst unfooted dells,—
Daughter of gray hills of wet,
Born by mossed and yellow wells,—
Tender hands on thee and thine,
Let me think of blue-eyed days,
Star-like flowers, and leaves of shine!
Water-banks are cool and sweet:
River, tired of noise and dust
Here I come to rest my feet.
Fleets and sings supremest songs,
Now the wilful woodwinds run
Through the tangled cedar throngs.
Where the sumptuous noontide lies.
Here are seen by flags and ferns
Summer’s large luxurious eyes.
Eyes of ruth, and spares its green
From his bitter sea-nursed blasts,
Spears of rain and hailstones keen.
Lady of a lovely land,
Dear to leaf and fluttering wing,
Deep in blooms, by breezes fanned.
Friend that Time nor Change makes cold,—
Now, like ghosts, return again
Pallid perished days of old.
Never stale, but never new,
Floating, like a pleasant dream,
Back to me and back to you.
Seasons fierce have beaten down
Ardent loves and blossoming hopes,
Loves that lift, and hopes that crown.
Often fill with light that springs
From divinity, which lies
Ever at the heart of things.
Where you used to hear with me
Songs of stream and forest-wind,
Tones of wave and harp-like tree.
Fairer for its flowerful glade
Than the face of Persian streams
Or the slopes of Syrian shade.
Friend and brother far away,
Ask the winds that come and go,
What hath brought me here to-day.
When the leaves begin to fall,
Where our river breaks its brink,
And a rest is over all.
Friend of mine beyond the sea,
Memory comes with cunning hands,
Stays, and paints your face for me.