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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Cattle Track</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,<br>And the shouts of the desert-wind break,<br>By the gullies of deepness and ridges of steepness,<br>Lo, the cattle track twists like a snake!<br>Like a sea of dead embers, burnt white by Decembers,<br>A plain to the left of it lies;<br>And six fleeting horses dash down the creek courses<br>With the terror of thirst in their eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The false strength of fever, that deadly deceiver,<br>Gives foot to each famishing beast;<br>And over lands rotten, by rain-winds forgotten,<br>The mirage gleams out in the east.<br>Ah! the waters are hidden from riders and ridden<br>In a stream where the cattle track dips;<br>And Death on their faces is scoring fierce traces,<br>And the drought is a fire on their lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is far to the station, and gaunt Desolation<br>Is a spectre that glooms in the way;<br>Like a red smoke the air is, like a hell-light its glare is,<br>And as flame are the feet of the day.<br>The wastes are like metal that forges unsettle<br>When the heat of the furnace is white;<br>And the cool breeze that bloweth when an English sun goeth,<br>Is unknown to the wild desert night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cry of distress there! a horseman the less there!<br>The mock-waters shine like a moon!<br>It is 'Speed, and speed faster from this hole of disaster!<br>And hurrah for yon God-sent lagoon!'<br>Doth a devil deceive them? Ah, now let us leave them -<br>We are burdened in life with the sad;<br>Our portion is trouble, our joy is a bubble,<br>And the gladdest is never too glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the pale tracts of peril, past mountain heads sterile,<br>To a sweet river shadowed with reeds,<br>Where Summer steps lightly, and Winter beams brightly,<br>The hoof-rutted cattle track leads.<br>There soft is the moonlight, and tender the noon-light;<br>There fiery things falter and fall;<br>And there may be seen, now, the gold and the green, now,<br>And the wings of a peace over all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush, bittern and plover! Go, wind, to thy cover<br>Away by the snow-smitten Pole!<br>The rotten leaf falleth, the forest rain calleth;<br>And what is the end of the whole?<br>Some men are successful after seasons distressful<br>[Now, masters, the drift of my tale];<br>But the brink of salvation is a lair of damnation<br>For others who struggle, yet fail.</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>
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And the shouts of the desert-wind break,
By the gullies of deepness and ridges of steepness,
Lo, the cattle track twists like a snake!
Like a sea of dead embers, burnt white by Decembers..."></div>
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