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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sliprails and the Spur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The colours of the setting sun <br> Withdrew across the Western land -- <br>He raised the sliprails, one by one, <br> And shot them home with trembling hand; <br>Her brown hands clung -- her face grew pale -- <br> Ah! quivering chin and eyes that brim! -- <br>One quick, fierce kiss across the rail, <br> And, `Good-bye, Mary!' `Good-bye, Jim!' <br> Oh, he rides hard to race the pain <br> Who rides from love, who rides from home; <br> But he rides slowly home again, <br> Whose heart has learnt to love and roam. <br> <br>A hand upon the horse's mane, <br> And one foot in the stirrup set, <br>And, stooping back to kiss again, <br> With `Good-bye, Mary! don't you fret! <br>When I come back' -- he laughed for her -- <br> `We do not know how soon 'twill be; <br>I'll whistle as I round the spur -- <br> You let the sliprails down for me.' <br> <br>She gasped for sudden loss of hope, <br> As, with a backward wave to her, <br>He cantered down the grassy slope <br> And swiftly round the dark'ning spur. <br>Black-pencilled panels standing high, <br> And darkness fading into stars, <br>And blurring fast against the sky, <br> A faint white form beside the bars. <br> <br>And often at the set of sun, <br> In winter bleak and summer brown, <br>She'd steal across the little run, <br> And shyly let the sliprails down. <br>And listen there when darkness shut <br> The nearer spur in silence deep; <br>And when they called her from the hut <br> Steal home and cry herself to sleep. <br> <br> . . . . . <br> <br>{Some editions have four more lines here.} <br> And he rides hard to dull the pain <br> Who rides from one that loves him best; <br> And he rides slowly back again, <br> Whose restless heart must rove for rest.</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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 Withdrew across the Western land -- 
He raised the sliprails, one by one, 
 And shot them home with trembling hand; 
Her brown hands clung -- her face grew pale -- 
 Ah! quivering chin and eyes that brim! -- 
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