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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grey Wolves Grey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Russian march is soft and slow,<br>Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,<br>When the Russian skies hang grey and low<br>To the frontiers far where the Russians go;<br>And they march to-night and they march to-day<br>Like the grey wolves grey, like the grey wolves grey. <br>Nor song nor sound their track reveals,<br>Save the ceaseless “clock” of the waggon wheels;<br>But a rift in the mist shows a glint of sun<br>On the long, dark shape of a toiling gun;<br>And they strain by night and they drag by day<br>To a distant goal, like the grey wolves grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the horses toil at the ends of trains,<br>And the ends of roads on the Blacksoil Plains.<br>And Ivan digs in the frozen clay,<br>And he rolls the logs a bed to lay<br>For a gun that’s five hundred miles away,<br>But as sure to come as the grey wolves grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is marching on with a purpose grand,<br>For brother Slav in another land;<br>Whose tongue, perchance, he cannot understand.—<br>But he knows the cry from the far-away,<br>And he smells the blood like the grey wolves grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Ivan’s wife in her den at home,<br>While hunger looms and his lean wolves come—<br>With her grey-black bread like the Darling mud,<br>And her tea-bricks bound with the bullock’s blood—<br>She shields her cubs by night and day<br>Like the crouching sluts of the grey wolves grey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I march with Ivan where’er he be,<br>With the foreign blood that is strong in me,<br>And the love and the hate that is fantasy,<br>Like the ghosts of a father’s memory.<br>With the blood that is strange to us to-day<br>As the strange wild blood of the grey wolves grey.<br>Grey wolves,<br>Grey wolves—<br>The strange wild blood of the grey wolves grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,
When the Russian skies hang grey and low
To the frontiers far where the Russians go;
And they march to-night and they march to-day
Like the grey wolves grey, like the gr..."></div>
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