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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swamp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR one whole day and a long night through<br>We made our camp<br>In a she-oak grove by a coastal swamp.<br>Our tent gleamed white in the she-oak trees,<br>Whose falling hair<br>Made a soft, brown mist in the sweet blue air.<br>A sound subdued from their tresses rose —<br>A moan, a sigh<br>As of unseen seas, when the breeze went by.<br>'Twas wattle-time, and the scented bloom,<br>New lit and young,<br>In a mass of gold from the still trees hung.<br>There music dwelt, and a splendour moved<br>Through all the day<br>From the green of dawn to the twilight gray.<br>For careless ever, like one who goes<br>Where Joyance leads,<br>Sang the little reed-bird in the tall, green reeds.<br>Blue, swift and slender the dragonflies<br>A-hawking flew,<br>And a hawk hung poised in the burning blue.<br>A crane, slow-flapping its great wings, passed<br>Across the scene,<br>And a parrot jewelled the leafy screen.<br>In twos and threes from the hills around<br>The peewits came,<br>And the brush-flower burnt like a crimson flame.<br>On ti-tree trunk and on frond and log<br>The lizards slept,<br>While the sun moved west, and the shadows crept.<br>The sun moved west, and the tall hills sent<br>Broad shadows east,<br>And the reed-bird's song in the reed-beds ceased.<br>Then fell a hush, and within that hush<br>Rose, clear and shrill,<br>A cicada note on a distant hill.<br>A note of farewell, it seemed to us,<br>Its singing bore;<br>And the night came down, and it sang no more.<br>Night came with shadows and fitful gleams<br>And mist and damp,<br>And our fire burned red by the coastal swamp.<br>Then life not known of the daytime woke —<br>That life that preys<br>On the feathered things of the leafy ways.<br>We heard feet moving, and velvet wings<br>On swamp and height,<br>And a dingo howling across the night.<br>As, faces lit by the red camp-fire,<br>We mused enthralled.<br>Like a lone, lost spirit a curlew called;<br>Brown crickets sang in the moisty mould,<br>And every breeze<br>Drew a moaning note from the she-oak trees.<br>And all night long, as they swayed and moaned,<br>Strange fancies woke,<br>And we could not rest for the things they spoke.<br>Thus much and more through the hours we saw;<br>Thus much we heard<br>In that place of blossom and tree and bird.<br>Since then gold wattles have bloomed and bloomed,<br>And moons aloft<br>In the sky have wizened and waned full oft.<br>And yet, at times, when the night is still,<br>In dreams I tramp<br>Through the white sand-dunes to that coastal camp.</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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We made our camp
In a she-oak grove by a coastal swamp.
Our tent gleamed white in the she-oak trees,
Whose falling hair
Made a soft, brown mist in the sweet blue air.
A sound subdued from their tresses ro..."></div>
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