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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drovers Twain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHERE was no shadow on the land,<br>No cloud in heaven's dome,<br>When, bearded man and beardless boy,<br>Our hearts alight with morning joy,<br>Across the hills of Duckmaloi<br>We drove the cattle home.<br>The sunrays danced a merry jig<br>On grass and bracken brown;<br>And right and left, and left and right,<br>The magpies piped in sheer delight,<br>As over creekside flat and height<br>We drove the cattle down.<br>With fiery eyes and tossing horns,<br>And swaying sides and hips,<br>They moved — red hides and hides of black —<br>And ever, as they left the track,<br>We wheeled, and held, and drove them back<br>With shouts and cracking whips.<br>There is no joy in all the world<br>Of such a bloom and blush<br>As that the charging rider feels<br>When at some frenzied scrubber's heels,<br>His stockwhip making curves and wheels,<br>He thunders through the bush.<br>Knees gripping hard, he dashes on,<br>The swift wind in his hair;<br>Whate'er befall, whate'er betide,<br>All thought of peril thrust aside,<br>He feels the glory and the pride<br>Of those who finely dare.<br>The moving mob was mountain-reared<br>And mountain-bred and born,<br>Their hides of brand and marking clear —<br>As shy as deer, as swift as deer<br>Who over heath and highland hear<br>The huntsman's early horn.<br>And yet with dog and spur and whip,<br>Our horses flaked with foam,<br>The magpies singing all the while,<br>Through hour and hour and mile and mile,<br>For all their speed of hoof and guile,<br>We brought the cattle home.<br>A score of years has passed away,<br>Slow filing on, since then;<br>And Time, who knows no sparing ruth,<br>And Wisdom, armed with bitter truth,<br>Have tamed the heart of reckless youth<br>And greyed the beards of men.<br>Yet evermore, when cattle low<br>Across the bracken brown,<br>I see again that man and boy<br>As when, alight with morning joy,<br>Across the hills of Duckmaloi<br>They drove the cattle down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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No cloud in heaven's dome,
When, bearded man and beardless boy,
Our hearts alight with morning joy,
Across the hills of Duckmaloi
We drove the cattle home.
The sunrays danced a merry jig
On grass and bracken brown;..."></div>
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