BellbirdsPoem


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BELL-BIRDS,(first verse) by Henry Kendall


By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling:
It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;
And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.


From the bestselling author of Reach for the Dream comes a bittersweet tale of love and heartache, set against the vast wheatfields of Queensland and the glittering opera houses of Europe and America.


Anne McCullagh Rennie 2013