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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Allisons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ROOF and rafter and window and door<br>Totter and tumble in slow decay;<br>The house by the creek is a house no more<br>For the Allison folk have gone away.<br>Kept back no more by the hands of men —<br>Though here and there bare tracts there be —<br>The bush has come to its own again,<br>Little by little and tree by tree.<br>Free-footed winds through the doorways pass,<br>Whispering much in a guarded tone;<br>Plovers call in the knee-deep grass<br>That grows right up to the threshold stone.<br>Silence, watching the years, has kept<br>Vigil here with a muted tongue,<br>Since over yon threshold-stone they stept,<br>Man and woman, and old and young.<br>Brown-armed women and bearded men,<br>Love and labour and grief and mirth —<br>Harvester Time has reaped since then<br>Crop after crop from the teeming earth!<br>Nights there were when these rafters rang,<br>Echoing song till the break of day,<br>Ceasing not till the dawnlights sprang,<br>Sudden and red, on the mists of grey.<br>Quick to answer to mateship's call,<br>Rovers, drovers and horsemen born;<br>Drinkers, fighters and lovers all,<br>Laughing the law at times to scorn.<br>Hot in anger and loyal in love —<br>That was ever the Allison way;<br>Kith of the hawk and kin of the dove,<br>Wild and handsome, and bold and gay.<br>Fronting ever with even face<br>Drought and danger and care and need;<br>Firm in the saddle and first in the race —<br>That was ever the Allison breed.<br>Known and named were the Allison girls,<br>Far and near through the country round;<br>Some with the noon-gold in their curls,<br>Some with the dark of midnight crowned,<br>Dashing riders and dancers all,<br>Bonnie of body and clean of mind,<br>Quick to answer at pity's call —<br>That was ever the Allison kind.<br>Tinged and softened with sweet romance,<br>Back in the past they rise again,<br>Allison girls at race and dance<br>Queening it over the hearts of men.<br>Slim and stalwart, and sweet and bold,<br>Mother and maid, and man and boy!<br>Shadows move where they moved of old,<br>Toiled, and sorrowed, and had their joy.<br>Part of the past is all their love,<br>All the light of their fires is dead!<br>Kith of the hawk and kin of the dove —<br>Dove and hawk in the dark have fled!<br>Here, where the winds blow brave and blithe,<br>Tossing and turning each sapling-top,<br>Harvester Time has swung his scythe,<br>Cleared his swath, and reaped his crop.</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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Totter and tumble in slow decay;
The house by the creek is a house no more
For the Allison folk have gone away.
Kept back no more by the hands of men —
Though here and there bare tracts there be —
The bush h..."></div>
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