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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Western Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Beauteous Southland! Land of yellow air<br>That hangeth o've thee slumbering, and doth hold<br>The moveless foliage of thy valleys fair,<br>And wooded hills, like aureole of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh thou, discovered ere the fitting time,<br>Ere Nature in completion turned thee forth!<br>Ere aught was finished but thy peerless clime,<br>Thy virgin breath allured the amorous North.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Land, God made thee wondrous to the eye!<br>But His sweet singers thou hast never heard;<br>He left thee, meaning to come bye-and-bye,<br>And give rich voice to every bright-winged bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He painted with fresh hues thy myriad flowers,<br>But left them scentless; ah! their woeful dole,<br>Like sad reproach of their creator's powers,<br>To make so sweet fair bodies, void of soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gave thee trees of odorous precious wood;<br>But, midst them all, bloomed not one tree of fruit.<br>He looked, but said not that His work was good,<br>When leaving thee all perfumeless and mute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He blessed thy flowers with honey; every bell<br>Looks earthward, sunward, with a yearning wist,<br>But no bee-lover ever notes the swell<br>Of hearts, like lips, a-hungering to be kist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Strange Land, thou art virgin! Thou art more<br>Than fig-tree barren! Would that I could paint<br>For other's eyes the glory of the shore<br>Where last I saw thee; but the senses faint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In soft delicious dreaming when they drain<br>Thy wine of colour. Virgin fair thou art.<br>All sweetly fruitful, waiting with soft pain<br>The spouse that comes to wake thy sleeping heart.</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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That hangeth o've thee slumbering, and doth hold
The moveless foliage of thy valleys fair,
And wooded hills, like aureole of gold.

Oh thou, discovered ere the fitting time,
Ere Nature in completion turned..."></div>
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