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To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall

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To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound,     And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head,     The many lilts of song we sang and said,     My friend and brother, when we journeyed round     Our haunts at Wollongong, that classic ground     For me at least, a lingerer deeply read     And steeped in beauty. Oft in trance I tread     Those shining shores, and hear your talk of Fame     With thought-flushed face and heart so well assured     (Beholding through the woodlands bright distress     The Moon half pillaged of her loveliness)     Of this wild dreamer: Had you but endured     A dubious dark, you might have won a name     With brighter bays than I can ever claim.

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