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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Night Train</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? <br>Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; <br>Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? <br>Have you heard the still voice calling – yet so warm, and yet so cold: <br>"I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old"? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you see the Bush below you sweeping darkly to the Range, <br>All unchanged and all unchanging, yet so very old and strange! <br>While you thought in softened anger of the things that did estrange? <br>(Did you hear the Bush a-calling, when your heart was young and bold: <br>"I'm the Mother-bush that nursed you; Come to me when you are old"?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the cutting or the tunnel, out of sight of stock or shed, <br>Did you hear the grey Bush calling from the pine-ridge overhead: <br>"You have seen the seas and cities – all is cold to you, or dead – <br>All seems done and all seems told, but the grey-light turns to gold! <br>I'm the Mother-Bush that loves you – come to me now you are old"?</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> <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=408698" data-title="On The Night Train de Henry Lawson" data-description="Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? Have you heard the still voice calling – yet..."></div> </div> </div>
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