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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lichtenberg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(New South Wales Contingent)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Smells are surer than sounds or sights<br>To make your heart-strings crack--<br>They start those awful voices o' nights<br>That whisper, &quot; Old man, come back! &quot;<br>That must be why the big things pass<br>And the little things remain,<br>Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,<br>Riding in, in the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There was some silly fire on the flank<br>And the small wet drizzling down--<br>There were the sold-out shops and the bank<br>And the wet, wide-open town;<br>And we were doing escort-duty<br>To somebody's baggage-train,<br>And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg--<br>Riding in, in the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was all Australia to me--<br>All I had found or missed:<br>Every face I was crazy to see,<br>And every woman I'd kissed:<br>All that I should n't ha' done, God knows!<br>(As He knows I'll do it again),<br>That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,<br>Riding in, in the rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And I saw Sydney the same as ever,<br>The picnics and brass-bands;<br>And my little homestead on Hunter River<br>And my new vines joining hands.<br>It all came over me in one act<br>Quick as a shot through the brain--<br>With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,<br>Riding in, in the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have forgotten a hundred fights,<br>But one I shall not forget--<br>With the raindrops bunging up my sights<br>And my eyes bunged up with wet;<br>And through the crack and the stink of the cordite<br>(Ah Christ! My country again!)<br>The smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,<br>Riding in, in the rain!</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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Smells are surer than sounds or sights
To make your heart-strings crack--
They start those awful voices o' nights
That whisper, &quot; Old man, come back! &quot;
That must be why the big things pass
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