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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Opossum-Hunters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting<br>With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant seas,<br>And a smothered sound of singing from old Ocean upwards springing,<br>Sending hollow echoes ringing like a wailing on the breeze?<br>For the tempest round us brewing, cometh with the clouds pursuing,<br>And the bright Day, like a ruin, crumbles from the mournful trees.<br>When the thunder ceases pealing, and the stars up heaven are stealing,<br>And the Moon above us wheeling throws her pleasant glances round,<br>From our homes we boldly sally ‘neath the trysting tree to rally,<br>For a night-hunt up the valley, with our brothers and the hound!<br>Through a wild-eyed Forest, staring at the light above it glaring,<br>We will travel, little caring for the dangers where we bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twisted boughs shall tremble o’er us, hollow woods shall moan before us,<br>And the torrents like a chorus down the gorges dark shall sing;<br>And the vines shall shake and shiver, and the startled grasses quiver,<br>Like the reeds beside a river in the gusty days of Spring;<br>While we forward haste delighted, through a region seldom lighted —<br>Souls impatient, hearts excited — like a wind upon the wing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! the solemn tones of Ocean, like the language of devotion,<br>Or a voice of deep emotion, wander round the evening scene.<br>Oh! the ragged shadows cluster where, my brothers, we must muster<br>Ere the warm moon lends her lustre to the cedars darkly green;<br>And the lights like flowers shall blossom, in high Heaven’s kindly bosom,<br>While we hunt the wild opossum, underneath its leafy screen;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath the woven bowers, where the gloomy night-hawk cowers,<br>Through a lapse of dreamy hours, in a stirless solitude!<br>And the hound — that close beside us still will stay whate’er betide us —<br>Through a ‘wildering waste shall guide us —<br>through a maze where few intrude,<br>Till the game is chased to cover, till the stirring sport is over,<br>Till we bound, each happy rover, homeward down the laughing wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the joy in wandering thither, when fond friends are all together<br>And our souls are like the weather — cloudless, clear and fresh and free!<br>Let the sailor sing the story of the ancient ocean’s glory,<br>Forests golden, mountains hoary — can he look and love like we?<br>Sordid worldling, haunt thy city with that heart so hard and gritty!<br>There are those who turn with pity when they turn to think of thee!</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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