<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Plains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WIDE are the plains—the plains that stretch to the west<br>An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,<br>Where an Austral sun flings fire on earth’s bare breast,<br>Brazen skies o’erhanging a treeless solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild are the plains—the plains that shimmer and surge,<br>Leagues of billowy grass like an angry sea,<br>Bend ’neath the storm-wind, chanting its mystic dirge—<br>The wind that knows no Lord—Lord of ocean or lea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calm are the plains—when the moon’s clear beams are shed<br>And the wilds lie hushed, all shrouded in silver-grey,<br>And Nature sinks to rest like one whose life has fled,<br>E’en as a bride lying dead in her bridal array.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weird are the plains—the plains that wait for the dawn<br>When the shadowy darkness strives with the sickly light,<br>And the battle hangs in the balance, finely drawn,<br>Till the spears of morning pierce through the mail of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall hear, O Nature, messages thou wouldst send<br>In thy desolate places, far from the moving throng?<br>Ah, but the soul that loveth thee best may comprehend,<br>The voice of the silence speaketh louder than song!</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> <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=395998" data-title="The Plains de George Essex Evans" data-description="WIDE are the plains—the plains that stretch to the west An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude, Where an Austral sun flings fire on earth’s bare breast, Brazen skies o’erhanging a treeless solitude. Wild are the plains—the plains..."></div> </div> </div>

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