<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boobook Owl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for any airs and graces<br>When, to lonely, silent places<br>Men return in memory,<br>Come these kindly thoughts of me.<br>But they hear again my calling<br>Where the dappled moonlight, falling<br>Mid the shadows of the gums,<br>Weaves strange patterns; and there comes,<br>Blending with the hobble's jingle,<br>As the faint bush odors mingle<br> With the smell of wood-fire smoke,<br>Suddenly my call - 'Mo-poke!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a weary swagman camping<br>After miles of mountain tramping;<br>Now, mid spinifex and sand,<br>A drover of the overland;<br>Now a timber-getter sitting<br>In his hut, the firelight flitting<br>O'er his old face, lost in dreams;<br>Now the man who punches teams<br>Where the blacksoil plains go rolling;<br>Now a fossicker, pot-holing,<br>Hopeful ever, ever broke <br>Hears me in the night - 'Mo-poke!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never while one bushland lover<br>Camps beneath the great sky's cover,<br>And my call comes once again<br>To the ears of lonely men:<br>Never while to silent places<br>Memory of old day traces<br>Olden pictures in the fire,<br>And men dream of youth's desire,<br>Dream again of youth's high daring:<br>Never while men yet go faring<br>Forth beyond the ken of folk,<br>Shall my night call fail - 'Mo-poke!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</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=357813" data-title="The Boobook Owl de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Not for any airs and graces When, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory, Come these kindly thoughts of me. But they hear again my calling Where the dappled moonlight, falling Mid the shadows of the gums, Weaves strange patterns; and there ..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black