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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written In Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud: <br> Whipped by his glances truculent <br>The earth lies quivering and cowed. <br> My heart is hot with discontent: <br> I hate this haggard continent. <br> <br>But over the loping leagues of sea <br>A lone land calls to her children free: <br>My own land holding her arms to me— <br>But oh, the long loping leagues of sea. <br> <br>The grey old city is dumb with heat; <br> No breeze comes leaping, naked, rude, <br>Adown the narrow, high-walled street; <br> Upon the night thick perfumes brood: <br> The evening oozes lassitude. <br> <br>But over the edges of my town, <br> Swept in a tide that ne’er abates, <br>The riotous breezes tumble down; <br> My heart looks home, looks home where waits <br> The Windy City of the Straits! <br> <br>The land lies desolate and stripped; <br> Across its waste has thinly strayed <br>A tattered host of eucalypt <br> From whose gaunt uniform is made <br> A ragged penury of shade. <br> <br>But over my isles the forest drew <br> A mantle thick—save where a peak <br>Shows his grim teeth a-snarl—and through <br> The filtered coolness creek and creek, <br> Tangled in ferns, in whispers speak. <br> <br>And there the placid great lakes are; <br> And brimming rivers proudly force <br>Their ice-cold tides. Here, like a scar, <br> Dry-lipped, a withered water-course <br> Crawls from a long-forgotten source. <br> <br>My glance, home-gazing, scarce discerns <br> This listless girl, in whose dark hair <br>A starry red hibiscus burns; <br> Her pallid cheeks are like a pair <br> Of nuns, bloom-ravished, yet so fair. <br> <br>And like a sin her warm lips flame <br> In her wan face; swift passions brim <br>In those brown eyes too soft for blame; <br> Her form is sinuous and slim— <br> That lyric line of breast and limb! <br> <br>But one there waits whose brown face glows, <br> Whose cheeks with Winter’s kisses smart— <br>The flushing petals of a rose. <br> Of earth and sun she is a part; <br> Her brow is Greek and Greek her heart. <br> <br>At love she laughs a faint disdain; <br> Her heart no weakly one to charm; <br>Robust and fragrant as the rain, <br> The dark bush soothed her with his balm, <br> The mountains gave her of their calm. <br> <br>Her fresh young figure, lithe and tall, <br> Her radiant eyes, her brow benign, <br>She is the peerless queen of all— <br> The maid, the country, that I shrine <br> In this far-banished heart of mine! <br> <br>And over the loping leagues of green <br>A lone land waits with a hope serene— <br>My own land calls like a prisoner queen— <br>But oh, the long loping leagues between!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 Whipped by his glances truculent 
The earth lies quivering and cowed. 
 My heart is hot with discontent: 
 I hate this haggard continent. 
 
But over the loping leagues of sea 
A lone land calls to her childr..."></div>
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