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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bush Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That you were glad to be gone; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the homestead receding from view, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the world was a wide world to you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fond heart that is ever more true </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain--- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’ll wait by the sliprails for you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! The world is a new and a wide one to you, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the world to your sweetheart is shut, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a change never comes to the lonely Bush girl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the stockyard, the bush, and the hut; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the only relief from the dullness she feels </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is when ridges grow softened and dim, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To dream of past meetings “with him.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you think, where, in place of bare fences, dry creeks, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear streams and green hedges are seen--- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the girls have the lily and rose in their cheeks, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the grass in midsummer is green--- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you think now and then, now or then, in the whirl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the city, while London is new, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the hut in the Bush, and the freckled-faced girl </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is eating her heart out for you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grey eyes that are sadder than sunset or rain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bruised heart that is ever more true, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fond faith that is firmer for trusting in vain--- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She waits by the sliprails for you</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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You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect 

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