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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Moonlight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by; <br>Orion swings, with his belted lights low down in the western sky; <br>North and south from the mountain gorge to the heart of the silver plain <br>There’s many an eye will see no sleep till the east grows bright again; <br>There’s many a hand will toil to-night, from the centre down to the sea; <br>And I’m far from the men I used to know—and my love is far from me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the broad flood eddies the dredge is moored to the beach of shingle white, <br>And the straining cable whips the stream in a spray of silver light; <br>The groaning buckets bear their load, and the engine throbs away, <br>And the wash pours red on the turning screen that knows not night or day; <br>For there’s many an ounce of gold to save, from the gorge to the shining sea— <br>And there’s many a league of the bare brown hills between my love and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the lines of gorse are parched and dry, and the sheaves are small and thin, <br>The engine beats and the combine sings to the drays that are leading in, <br>For they’re thrashing out of the stook to-night, and the plain is as bright as day, <br>And the fork-tines flash as the sheaves are turned on the frame of the one-horse dray; <br>For many a hand will toil to-night, from the mountains down to the sea;— <br>But I’m far from the lips of the girl I love, and the heart that beats for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trappers are out on the hills to-night, and the sickly lantern-shine <br>Is mocking the gleam of the silver moon in the scrub on the long trap-line; <br>The tallies are big on the rock-strewn spur, and the rattling clink of the chain <br>Comes weirdly mixed from the moon-bright hill with the whistling shriek of pain; <br>For many a hand will toil to-night where the tussocks are waving free;— <br>But it’s over the hills and over the plain to the heart that beats for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stars are bright, and the night is still, and the river is singing by, <br>And many a face is upward turned to gaze at the moon’s bright eye. <br>North and south, from the forest deeps to the heart of the silver plain, <br>There’s many an eye will see no sleep till the east grows bright again; <br>There’s many a hand will toil to-night by shining land and sea. <br>O moonlight, bear my message of love to the heart that beats for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+McKee+Wright">David McKee Wright</a><div class=q>
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