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Won't you help support DayPoems? Dunedin in the GloamingBy Jessie MackayBorn 12/15/1864Like a black, enamoured King whispered low the thunder To the lights of Roslyn, terraced far asunder: Hovered low the sister cloud in wild, warm wonder. "O my love, Dunedin town, the only, the abiding! Who can look undazzled up where the Norn is riding, -- Watch the sword of destiny from the scabbard gliding! "Dark and rich and ringing true -- word and look for ever; Taking to her woman heart all forlorn endeavour; Heaven's sea about her feet, not the bounded river!" "Sister of the mountain mist, and never to be holden With the weary sophistries that dimmer eyes embolden, -- O the dark Dunedin town, shot with green and golden!" Then a silver pioneer netted in the rift, Leaning over Maori Hill, dreaming in the lift, Dropped her starry memories through the passioned drift: -- "Once -- I do remember them, the glory and the garden, Ere the elder stars had learnt God's mystery of pardon, Ere the youngest, I myself, had seen the flaming warden -- "Once even after even I stole ever shy and early To mirror me within a glade of Eden cool and pearly, Where shy and cold and holy ran a torrent sought but rarely. "And fondly could I swear that this my glade had risen newly, -- Burst the burning desert tomb wherein she lieth truly, To keep an Easter with the birds and me who loved her duly." Wailing, laughing, loving, hoar, spake the lordly ocean: "You are sheen and steadfastness: I am sheen and motion, Gulfing argosies for whim, navies for a notion. "Sleep you well, Dunedin Town, though loud the lulling lyre is; Lady of the stars terrene, where quick the human fire is, Lady of the Maori pines, the turrets, and the eyries!" DayPoems Poem No. 939 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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