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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dedication</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less <br>Of sound than of words,<br>In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,<br>And songless bright birds;<br>Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,<br>Insatiable Summer oppresses<br>Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,<br>And faint flocks and herds. <br>Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,<br>And all winds are warm,<br>Wild Winter's large floodgates are loosen'd,<br>And floods, freed by storm;<br>From broken-up fountain heads, dash on<br>Dry deserts with long pent up passion--<br>Here rhyme was first framed without fashion,<br>Song shaped without form.<br>Whence gather'd?--The locust's glad chirrup<br>May furnish a stave;<br>The ring os rowel and stirrup,<br>The wash of a wave.<br>The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes<br>That chimes through the pauses and hushes <br>Of nightfall, the torrent that gushes,<br>The tempests that rave.<br>In the deep'ning of dawn, when it dapples<br>The dusk of the sky,<br>With streaks like the redd'ning of apples,<br>The ripening of rye.<br>To eastward, when cluster by cluster,<br>Dim stars and dull planets, that muster,<br>Wax wan in a world of white lustre<br>That spreads far and high.<br>In the gathering of night gloom o'er head, in<br>The still silent change,<br>All fire-flush'd when forest trees redden<br>On slopes of the range.<br>When the gnarl'd knotted trunks Eucalyptian<br>Seemed carved like weird columns Egyptian<br>With curious device--quaint inscription,<br>And heiroglyph strange. <br>In the Spring, when the wattle gold trembles<br>'Twixt shadow and shine,<br>When each dew-laden air draught resembles<br>A long draught of wine;<br>When the skyline's blue burnished resistance<br>Makes deeper the dreamiest distance,<br>Some song in all hearts hath existence,--<br>Such songs have been mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,
Insatiable Summer oppresses
Sere woodlands and sad..."></div>
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