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This beautiful old poem by Henry Kendall is the inspiration for this Painting..

“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 brakes 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.
The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time!
They sing in September their songs of the May-time;
When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;”

Echoes are Calling

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,380
Size: 45w x 60h x 2d cms
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This beautiful old poem by Henry Kendall is the inspiration for this Painting..

“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 brakes 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.
The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of day-time!
They sing in September their songs of the May-time;
When shadows wax strong and the thunder-bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;”