Sydney Harbour [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.]

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.

Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 237

Editor’s notes:
fain = happily or gladly; ready or willing; obliged or compelled

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