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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bridge-Guard in the Karroo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;. . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge.&quot; District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African War.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sudden the desert changes,<br>The raw glare softens and clings,<br>Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges<br>Stand up like the thrones of Kings --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ramparts of slaughter and peril --<br>Blazing, amazing, aglow --<br>'Twixt the sky-line's belting beryl<br>And the wine-dark flats below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Royal the pageant closes,<br>Lit by the last of the sun --<br>Opal and ash-of-roses,<br>Cinnamon, umber, and dun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The twilight swallows the thicket,<br>The starlight reveals the ridge.<br>The whistle shrills to the picket --<br>We are changing guard on the bridge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Few, forgotten and lonely,<br>Where the empty metals shine --<br>No, not combatants-only<br>Details guarding the line.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We slip through the broken panel<br>Of fence by the ganger's shed;<br>We drop to the waterless channel<br>And the lean track overhead;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We stumble on refuse of rations,<br>The beef and the biscuit-tins;<br>We take our appointed stations,<br>And the endless night begins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We hear the Hottentot herders<br>As the sheep click past to the fold --<br>And the click of the restless girders<br>As the steel contracts in the cold --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voices of jackals calling<br>And, loud in the hush between,<br>A morsel of dry earth falling<br>From the flanks of the scarred ravine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the solemn firmament marches,<br>And the hosts of heaven rise<br>Framed through the iron arches --<br>Banded and barred by the ties,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till we feel the far track humming,<br>And we see her headlight plain,<br>And we gather and wait her coming --<br>The wonderful north-bound train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Few, forgotten and lonely,<br>Where the white car-windows shine --<br>No, not combatants-only<br>Details guarding the line.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick, ere the gift escape us!<br>Out of the darkness we reach<br>For a handful of week-old papers<br>And a mouthful of human speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the monstrous heaven rejoices,<br>And the earth allows again,<br>Meetings, greetings, and voices<br>Of women talking with men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we return to our places,<br>As out on the bridge she rolls;<br>And the darkness covers our faces,<br>And the darkness re-enters our souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than a little lonely<br>Where the lessening tail-lights shine.<br>No - not combatants - only<br>Details guarding the line!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Sudden the desert changes,
The raw glare softens and clings,
Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges
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