<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bushman's Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You say we bushmen cannot love—<br>Our lives are too prosaic: hence<br>We lose or lack that finer sense<br>That raises some few men above<br>Their fellows, setting them apart<br>As vessels of a finer make—<br>The acme of the potter’s art—<br>Are placed apart upon the shelf.<br>So he is more than common delf,<br>And, more than brute in human guise,<br>Who, seeking, finds his nobler self<br>Twin-mirrored in a woman’s eyes! <br>Yet these things bring their penalty:<br>For oft the merest touch will break<br>These vessels of a finer make;<br>And throats attuned to noblest key<br>A draught of air will set awry,<br>And stifle in an ulcerous sore<br>The voice that floated to the sky<br>And silence it for evermore . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You say we bushmen cannot love—<br>That, like our foe, the fire-fiend,<br>We blaze, until a river-bend—<br>Nay, less, a pebble-graven groove<br>Where waters thread—doth bid us stay:<br>Our passions for a month, a week<br>Flare out and then they die away—<br>For separation, like the creek<br>That stays the bush fire, bars the way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You say we bushmen cannot love.<br>Well, have it so! but this I swear—<br>That she possessed a power to move<br>The dullest boor to do or dare.<br>But I, as being somewhat shy,<br>Became the target for her wit <br>How oft in wantonness she’d pit<br>The blazing lances of her eye<br>And keener rapier of her tongue,<br>That carelessly made lightning play,<br>Until to action I was stung,<br>And, like a dumb beast, stood at bay . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Barcroft+Henry+Thomas+Boake">Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350467" data-title="A Bushman's Love de Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake" data-description="You say we bushmen cannot love— Our lives are too prosaic: hence We lose or lack that finer sense That raises some few men above Their fellows, setting them apart As vessels of a finer make— The acme of the potter’s art— Are placed apart u..."></div> </div> </div>

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