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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536364" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Across The Pampas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember,<br>Here as we sit at home and take our rest,<br>How we went out one morning on a venture<br>In the West?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou forgotten, in these English hedgerows,<br>How the great Pampas rolled out like the sea?<br>Never a daisy in that mighty meadow!<br>Never a tree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full were our hearts upon that sunny morning;<br>Stout--handed and stout--hearted went we forth.<br>The warm wind in our faces breathed us fortune<br>From the North;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And high in heaven the sun stood for a token.<br>We had no other sign by which to steer.<br>No landmark is there in the Earth's great ocean,<br>For mariner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou remember how, when night was falling,<br>There in the middle plain, as best we might,<br>We set our little tent up as a fortress<br>For the night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou remember how, through the night watches,<br>We listened to the voices of the plain,<br>The owls and plovers and the bold bischachas,<br>Talking like men?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drowsy we sat, and watched our horses feeding,<br>Dim through the night, while over the tent's mouth<br>The Cross was turning like a clock and reeling<br>In the South.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as the night grew out and we grew chilly,<br>Under our blankets safe we crept and warm,<br>Full of good heart and each with loaded pistols<br>Close to his arm;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so dreamed pleasant dreams of far off faces,<br>And trees and fields which we had loved in youth,<br>All in a maze of present apprehension<br>Mingled uncouth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how we travelled on and ever onwards,<br>Still in the red path of the setting sun,<br>Until into the heart of a great woodland<br>We had come;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there saw, round about our strange encampment,<br>Flocks of bright birds which flew and screamed at us,<br>Red cardinals and woodpeckers and parrots<br>Multitudinous;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on the lake black--headed swans were sailing,<br>And in the morning to the water's brink<br>Flamingoes, like the rising sun, came wading<br>Down to drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember<br>How, in that fatal wood, the mancaròn<br>Found out a poisonous herb before his fellows,<br>And fed thereon;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how we left him, and how Caesar sickened,<br>And how the sky grew dark and overcast,<br>And how two tragic days we rode on silent<br>In the blast;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how the wind grew icy and more icy,<br>Until we could not feel our hands or feet,<br>As sick at heart we sought in vain a hiding<br>From the sleet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lighting at last on a deserted post--house,<br>Where we found shelter from the wind, but nought<br>Of entertainment for our souls or comfort<br>Of any sort;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how in that wild pass brave Caesar dying<br>Stretched out his arm towards the promised land,<br>And saw as in a dream the white hills lying<br>Close at hand,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, ere the sun set, suddenly that evening,<br>The great plain opened out beneath our feet,<br>And, in a valley far below, lay gleaming,<br>With square and street,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And spire and dome and pinnacle, uprising<br>White on the bosom of a mountain slope,<br>To our amazement bodily the city<br>Of our hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember<br>How the bells rang as, sick and travel--worn,<br>A weary crew, we made our solemn entry<br>To the town?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangely, as phantoms out of the great desert,<br>We came into the city, and at last<br>Heard sound of Christian singing in the churches<br>As we passed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And laid at length our weary limbs in rapture<br>Between the clean sheets of a Christian bed.<br>Oh! there are things I think we shall remember<br>When we are dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q>
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Here as we sit at home and take our rest,
How we went out one morning on a venture
In the West?

Hast thou forgotten, in these English hedgerows,
How the great Pampas rolled out like the sea?
Never a dai..."></div>
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