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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where the Dead Men Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out on the wastes of the Never Never -<br>That's where the dead men lie!<br>There where the heat-waves dance forever -<br>That's where the dead men lie!<br>That's where the Earth's loved sons are keeping<br>Endless tryst: not the west wind sweeping<br>Feverish pinions can wake their sleeping -<br>Out where the dead men lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where brown Summer and Death have mated -<br>That's where the dead men lie!<br>Loving with fiery lust unsated -<br>That's where the dead men lie!<br>Out where the grinning skulls bleach whitely<br>Under the saltbush sparkling brightly;<br>Out where the wild dogs chorus nightly -<br>That's where the dead men lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in the yellow, flowing river -<br>That's where the dead men lie!<br>Under the banks where the shadows quiver -<br>That's where the dead men he!<br>Where the platypus twists and doubles,<br>Leaving a train of tiny bubbles.<br>Rid at last of their earthly troubles -<br>That's where the dead men lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">East and backward pale faces turning -<br>That's how the dead men lie!<br>Gaunt arms stretched with a voiceless yearning -<br>That's how the dead men lie!<br>Oft in the fragrant hush of nooning<br>Hearing again their mother's crooning,<br>Wrapt for aye in a dreamful swooning -<br>That's how the dead men lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only the hand of Night can free them -<br>That's when the dead men fly!<br>Only the frightened cattle see them -<br>See the dead men go by!<br>Cloven hoofs beating out one measure,<br>Bidding the stockmen know no leisure -<br>That's when the dead men take their pleasure!<br>That's when the dead men fly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask, too, the never-sleeping drover:<br>He sees the dead pass by;<br>Hearing them call to their friends - the plover,<br>Hearing the dead men cry;<br>Seeing their faces stealing, stealing,<br>Hearing their laughter, pealing, pealing,<br>Watching their grey forms wheeling, wheeling<br>Round where the cattle lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangled by thirst and fierce privation -<br>That's how the dead men die!<br>Out on Moncygrub's farthest station -<br>That's how the dead men die!<br>Hard-faced greybeards, youngsters caflow;<br>Some mounds cared for, some left fallow;<br>Some deep down, yet others shallow.<br>Some having but the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moncygrub, as he sips his claret,<br>Looks with complacent eye<br>Down at his watch-chain, eighteen carat -<br>There, in his club, hard by:<br>Recks not that every link is stamped with<br>Names of the men whose limbs are cramped with<br>Too long lying in grave-mould, cramped with<br>Death where the dead men lie.</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>
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That's where the dead men lie!
There where the heat-waves dance forever -
That's where the dead men lie!
That's where the Earth's loved sons are keeping
Endless tryst: not the west wind sweeping
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