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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Whisperings in Wattle-Boughs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, gaily sings the bird, and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd<br>And rustled by the scented breath of spring ;<br>Oh, the dreary, wistful longing ! Oh, the faces that are thronging !<br>Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering !<br> <br>Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship cross'd the brine,<br>On the gangway one mute hand-grip we exchanged,<br>Do you, past the grave, employ, for your stubborn reckless boy,<br>Those petitions that in life were ne'er estranged ?<br> <br>Oh, tell me, sister dear, parting word and parting tear<br>Never pass'd between us ;—let me bear the blame.<br>Are you living, girl, or dead ? bitter tears since then I've shed<br>For the lips that lisp'd with mine a mother's name.<br> <br>Oh, tell me, ancient friend, ever ready to defend,<br>In our boyhood, at the base of life's long hill,<br>Are you waking yet, or sleeping ? have you left this vale of weeping?<br>Or do you, like our comrade, linger still ?<br> <br>Oh, whisper, buried love, is there rest and peace above ?—<br>There is little hope or comfort here below ;—<br>On your sweet face lies the mould, and your bed is strait and cold—<br>Near the harbour where the sea-tides ebb and flow.<br> <br>. . . . . . .<br> <br>All silent—they are dumb—and the breezes go and come<br>With an apathy that mocks at man's distress ;<br>Laugh, scoffer, while you may ! I could bow me down and pray<br>For an answer that might stay my bitterness.<br> <br>Oh, harshly screams the bird ! and the wattle-bloom is stirr'd !<br>There's a sullen weird-like whisper in the bough :<br>'Aye, kneel, and pray, and weep, but His beloved sleep<br>Can never be disturb'd by such as thou !!'</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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And rustled by the scented breath of spring ;
Oh, the dreary, wistful longing ! Oh, the faces that are thronging !
Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering !
 
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