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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Muse of Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts, <br>And the torrent leaps down to the surges, <br>I have followed her, clambering over the clifts, <br>By the chasms and moon-haunted verges. <br>I know she is fair as the angels are fair, <br>For have I not caught a faint glimpse of her there; <br>A glimpse of her face and her glittering hair, <br>And a hand with the Harp of Australia? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I never can reach you, to hear the sweet voice <br>So full with the music of fountains! <br>Oh! when will you meet with that soul of your choice, <br>Who will lead you down here from the mountains? <br>A lyre-bird lit on a shimmering space; <br>It dazzled mine eyes and I turned from the place, <br>And wept in the dark for a glorious face, <br>And a hand with the Harp of Australia! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Henry Kendall</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a></strong></div>

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