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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419031" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue To Western Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor gold, nor silver are the words set here, <br>Nor rich-wrought chasing on design of art; <br>But rugged relics of an unknown sphere <br>Where fortune chanced I played one time apart. <br>Unthought of here the critic blame or praise, <br>These recollections all their faults atone; <br>To hold the scenes, I’ve writ of men and ways <br>Uncouth and rough as Austral ironstone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be, I have left the higher gleams <br>Of skies and flowers unheeded or forgot; <br>It may be so,— but, looking back, it seems <br>When I was with, them I beheld them not. <br>I was no rambling poet, but a man <br>Hard pressed to dig and delve, with naught of ease <br>The hot day through, save when the evening's fan <br>Of sea-winds rustled through the kindly trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be so; but when I think I smile <br>At my poor hand and brain to paint the charms <br>Of God’ s first-blazoned canvas! here the aisle <br>Moonlit and deep of reaching gothic arms <br>From towering gum, mahogany, and palm, <br>And odorous jam and sandal; there the growth <br>Of arm-long velvet leaves grown hoar in calm,— <br>In calm unbroken since their luscious youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I show you all the silent birds <br>With strange metallic glintings on the wing ? <br>Or how tell half their sadness in cold words,— <br>The poor dumb lutes, the birds that never sing? <br>Of wondrous parrot-greens and iris hue <br>Of sensuous flower and of gleaming snake,— <br>Ah! what I see I long that so might you, <br>But of these things what picture can I make?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometime, maybe, a man will wander there,—<br>A mind God-gifted, and not dull and weak; <br>And he will come and paint that land so fair, <br>And show the beauties of which I but speak. <br>But in the hard, sad days that there I spent, <br>My mind absorbed rude pictures: these I show <br>As best I may, and just with this intent,—<br>To tell some things that all folk may not know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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Nor rich-wrought chasing on design of art; 
But rugged relics of an unknown sphere 
Where fortune chanced I played one time apart. 
Unthought of here the critic blame or praise, 
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