<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aboriginal Death Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feet of the flying, and fierce<br> Tops of the sharp-headed spear,<br>Hard by the thickets that pierce,<br> Lo! they are nimble and near. <br>Women are we, and the wives<br> Strong Arrawatta hath won;<br>Weary because of our lives,<br> Sick of the face of the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Koola, our love and our light,<br> What have they done unto you?<br>Man of the star-reaching sight,<br> Dipped in the fire and the dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black-headed snakes in the grass<br> Struck at the fleet-footed lord—<br>Still is his voice at the pass,<br> Soundless his step at the ford. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far by the forested glen,<br> Starkly he lies in the rain;<br>Kings of the council of men<br> Shout for their leader in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, and the fish-river clear<br> Never shall blacken below<br>Spear and the shadow of spear,<br> Bow and the shadow of bow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hunter and climber of trees,<br> Now doth his tomahawk rust,<br>(Dread of the cunning wild bees),<br> Hidden in hillocks of dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We, who were followed and bound,<br> Dashed under foot by the foe,<br>Sit with our eyes to the ground,<br> Faint from the brand and the blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dumb with the sorrow that kills,<br> Sorrow for brother and chief,<br>Terror of thundering hills,<br> Having no hope in our grief, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing the fathers are far<br> Seeking the spoils of the dead<br>Left on the path of the war,<br> Matted and mangled and red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</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=408256" data-title="Aboriginal Death Song de Henry Kendall" data-description="Feet of the flying, and fierce Tops of the sharp-headed spear, Hard by the thickets that pierce, Lo! they are nimble and near. Women are we, and the wives Strong Arrawatta hath won; Weary because of our lives, Sick of the face of the sun. K..."></div> </div> </div>

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