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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of things that roam about the bush I ain't got many fears,<br>For I knows their ways an' habits, and I've chummed with them for years.<br>For man or beast or gully ghost I've pluck enough to spare;<br>But I draws the line at visions with the sunlight in their hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a man has fought an' conquered it is good in many ways:<br>There's the pride in having done it, an' the other fellows' praise;<br>There's the glory an' the standin' that you get among the men <br>All their looks are more respectful since I socked it into Ben.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was feelin' fine this mornin' when I started out to work;<br>An' I caught myself high-steppin' with a boastful sort of jerk;<br>With my head a trifle higher an' my eye a little stern.<br>I thought the world was mine for keeps; but I'd a lot to learn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Dick, the Dusty, wasn't half as cheeky as of old;<br>The men were actin' friendly-like, but I kept kind of cold<br>An' distant, as becomes a bloke who's scored a knock-out thump <br>Till just approachin' dinner time; an' then I got my bump.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's fine to see your cobbers lookin' at you like the know<br>You're not a man to trifle with; at least, I found it so.<br>Ben Murray was quite affable, an' once he whispered me<br>There's a certain somethin' doin', an' he'll see me privately.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was workin' at the rip saw, cursin' at my achin' back,<br>When I saw the blessed vision comin' down the log-year track.<br>There were others in the party, but the one that got my stare<br>Was her with two brown, laughin' eyes an' sunlight in her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'More visitors!' growled old man Pike. 'Another city push.<br>I'll bet a quid they ask us why we 'spoil the lovely bush.'<br>I hardly heard him saying it, for like a fool I stand,<br>My eyes full of the vision an' a batten in my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You gone to sleep?' the sawyer said. 'What's got you mesmerized?'<br>I start to work like fury, but my thoughts can't be disguised.<br>'Oh, Jim's gone dippy with the Spring'; replies old Pike an' grins.<br>I turn to answer dignified; but trip, an' bark my shins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next thing I know the boss is there, an' talkin' fine an' good.<br>Explaining' to the visitors how trees are made of wood.<br>They murmur things like 'Marvellous!' an' 'What a monster tree!'<br>An' then the one with sunlit hair comes right bang up to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I saw you fall,' she sort of sung: you couldn't say she talked,<br>For her voice had springtime in it, like the way she looked an' walked.<br>'I saw you fall,' she sung at me. 'I hope you were not hurt.'<br>An' suddenly I was aware I wore my oldest shirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It never hurt me half as much as your two smilin' eyes.'<br>That's how I could have answered her - and watched old Pike's surprise <br>'It never harmed me half as much as standin' here like this<br>With tattered shirt an' grimy hands' . . . But I just says, 'No, Miss.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, no,' I says. 'We're pretty hard, an' have to take them cracks.'<br>(But just to see her sudden smile, made me as soft as wax.)<br>'You're strong,' she smiles. I answers, 'Oh, I'm pretty strong, all right.'<br>An' close behind I heard old Pike observin', 'Hear 'im skite!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That finished me. I lost what little nerve I had, an' grew<br>Dead certain that I looked a fool, an' that she thought so, too.<br>She talked some more; but I can't tell what other things she said.<br>I went all cold, except my ears, an' thye were burnin' red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only knew her eyes were soft, her voice was kind an' low.<br>I never spoke another word exceptin' 'Yes' an' 'No.'<br>I never felt a bigger chump in all my livin' days,<br>Well knowin' I was gettin' worse at every word she says.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when she went off with the rest I stood there, lookin' sick.<br>Until I caught a chance remark of little Dirty Dick.<br>'What price the widders now?' says he. I answer fierce an' low:<br>'Were you addressin' me?' I says; an' Dick was prompt with 'No!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't know how I finished up; my thoughts were far from clear;<br>For, in between me an' the bench, that vision would appear.<br>No other man chucke doff at me, but by their looks 'twas plain<br>I'd lost a bit of that respect it took a fight to gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An', when the knock-off whistle blew, Ben Murray he came by,<br>An' says he'd like that private talk, but, 'Pickle it,' says I.<br>''Twill have to keep til later on.' He answers, 'As you like.'<br>Soon after that I saw him talkin' earnest with old Pike.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I'd been right, I might have known there's somehting in the air<br>By the way the blokes were actin'; but a fat lot did I care.<br>Swell visions an' the deadly pip was what was wrong with me.<br>I slung a word to my old dog, an' we trudged home to tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' after, in the same old way, we sits beside the fire,<br>To have a talk, my dog an' me, on fools an' vain desire.<br>I tell him I'm a silly chump to thnk the things to do.<br>An', with a waggle of his tail, he says he thinks so too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell him I suppose she's rich, or so she seems to be;<br>Most likely some reel city swell - an' he don't disagree.<br>I says to him the chances are I'll not see her no more.<br>Then he gives me a funny look, an' curls up on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I was slow to take the tip, an' went on talkin' rot<br>About injustice in the world, an' boiled up good an' hot.<br>I spouts of wrongs of workin' men an' how our rulers fail.<br>His eyes are shut, but he just seconds motions with his tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All beuaty's only for the rich, all times, an' every way.<br>The toilers just take what is left, as I've heard Murray say<br>When he's bene talkin' to the boys about the workers' rights,<br>An' spoutin' of equality, down at the huts, of nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned the social system inside-out for my old dog.<br>Tho' he don't seem much entertained, but lies there like a log.<br>I spoke of common people's wrongs - especially of mine;<br>But when I came to mention love I thought I heard him whine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I went on, an' said straight out that, tho' I seemed above<br>Such nonsense once, I'd changed a bit, an' I believed in love.<br>I said love was a splendid thing! . . . Then, true as I am born,<br>He rose, an' yawned, an' shut me up with one crook glance of scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend;<br>But when your dog gives you the bird it's pretty near the end.<br>Ashamed, I sneaked away to bunk; an' fell to dreamin' there<br>Of a little brown-eyed vision with the sunlight in her hair.</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>
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