Dunedin from the Bay
Go, trav’ler, unto others boast Of Venice and Rome; Of saintly Mark’s majestic pile, And Peter’s lofty dome; Of Naples and her trellised bowers; Of Rhineland far away:— These may be grand, but give to me Dunedin from the Bay. A lovely maiden seated in A grotto by the shore; With richest crown of purest green That virgin ever wore; Her snowy breast bedecked with flowers And clustering ferns so gay,— Go, picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. A fairy, round whose brilliant throne Great towering giants stand, As if impatient to obey The dictates of her wand; Their helments hidden in the clouds, Their sandals in the spray— Go, picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. A priestess of the olden time (Ere purer rites had birth) On Nature’s altar offering up The homage of the earth; Surrounded by grim Druids, robed In mantles green and grey— Go, picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. O never till this breast grows cold Can I forget that hour, As standing on the vessel’s deck I watched the golden shower Of yellow beams that darted From the sinking king of day, And bathed in a mellow flood Dunedin from the Bay.
A note from the editor
After 15 years in beautiful Dunedin, New Zealand, I’ll soon be relocating to beautiful Kaohsiung, Taiwan.
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