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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Loraine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,<br>When drought and famine hold revel there,<br>And the cattle sink where the rotting shoals<br>Of the fish float dead in the waterholes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen the plains when the flood brings down<br>The leagues of its waters, sullen and brown,<br>When only the tops of the swaying trees<br>Mark the creek that wound thro’ the level leas,<br>And all is a sea to the straining eyes<br>Save some lonely hut on a distant rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen the plains in the mad delight<br>Of the racing flames in their crimson flight,<br>When the whip of the wind will not stay or spare,<br>And woe to the rider who lingers there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O! the plains when their beauty burst<br>On our wondering eyes as we crossed them first!<br>When the sun shone bright and a soft wind blew,<br>And the sky was clear with a fairy hue,<br>And afar, like an isle in a sea of mist,<br>Rose a mountain cap, as of amethyst.<br>And the big-horned cattle, knee-deep in grass,<br>Wheeled scattered legions to watch us pass,<br>As we drifted onwards from group to group;<br>And swift as a bolt came the wild hawk’s swoop,<br>When the brown quail whirled ’neath our horses’ feet<br>Or the bronzewing broke from his ground retreat<br>And the lazy bustard on laggard wing<br>Out of easy gunshot was loitering;<br>And for miles around us, at daylight’s close,<br>The little flock pigeons in coveys rose,<br>And the squadrons flew, with a gathering force,<br>Till an army darkened the watercourse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus we crossed the plains to their utmost rim,<br>To the timbered belts round the mountains grim,<br>Chain upon chain, to the north and west,<br>Rose the swelling ridge and the purple crest,<br>And the gorges hid from the light of God<br>Where the foot of a white man had never trod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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When drought and famine hold revel there,
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