By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,

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اصل شاعری

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.

ترجمہ

Through cool channels, the sounds are calling out, And I hear the stream falling down the dark valleys; It lives in the mountain, where moss and grass-like plants Add beauty to the banks and edges with their touch; Through cedar and sycamore thickets, Light fights its way through, loved by flowers. And, softer than sleep, and nicer than singing, The bell-birds' sounds are flowing and ringing.

تشریح

Henry Kendall's poem 'Bell-Birds' paints a vivid picture of the Australian bush, capturing its serene beauty and the harmonious sounds that fill it. The poem begins with the gentle call of echoes through cool channels, setting a tranquil scene. The creek's presence in the dim gorges adds to the sense of a hidden, untouched world. Moss and sedges enhance the natural beauty of the mountain's banks and ledges. Light filters through cedar and sycamore thickets, suggesting a nurturing environment for flowers. The bell-birds' notes, described as softer than sleep and sweeter than singing, create a soothing and melodic atmosphere. Kendall's use of imagery and sound devices evokes a deep appreciation for nature's tranquility and beauty, making the reader feel as though they are immersed in the peaceful Australian landscape.

لفظی لغت

لفظ	آسان معنی	ترجمہ	تلفظ
channels	paths	routes or passages through which water flows	cha-nels
echoes	reverberations	sounds that are reflected back	eh-kohz
gorges	ravines	narrow valleys with steep sides	gor-jiz
sedges	grass-like plants	plants similar to grasses that grow in wet areas	sej-iz

By channels of coolness the echoes are calling, — نظم | Poetry Explainer