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The Four Queens.

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The Four Queens (Maoriland).

WELLINGTON.

Here, where the surges of a world of seaBreak on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,Four fair young queens their lonely splendour keep,Each in a city throned. The first is sheWhose face is arrogant with empery;Her throne from out the wounded hill-side steepIs rudely fashioned, and beneath her creepThe narrow streets; and, stretching broad and free,Like a green-waving meadow, lies the bay,With blossom-sails and flower-wavelets flecked.Elate she stands; her brown and wind-blown hairHaloes a face with virgin freshness fair,As she receives, exuberant, erect,The stubborn homage that her sisters pay.

Dunedin.

And one is fair and winsome, and her faceIs strung with winter’s kisses, and is yetWith winter’s tears of parting sorrow wet;And all her figure speaks of bonny grace.High on the circling hills her seat has place,Within a bower of the green bush set;And ’neath her feet the city slopes—a netOf broad-built streets and green-girt garden space.Above her high the suburbs climb to crownHer city’s battlements; and in her thrallLie sleeping fiords, and forests call her queen.About her waist she winds a belt of green,And on her gleaming city looking down,She hears the Siren South for ever call.
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