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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bush, My Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The camp-fire gleams resistance <br>To every twinkling star; <br>The horse-bells in the distance <br>Are jangling faint and far; <br>Through gum-boughs torn and lonely <br>The passing breezes sigh; <br>In all the world are only <br>My star-crowned Gove and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The still night wraps Macquarie; <br>The white moon, drifting slow, <br>Takes back her silver glory <br>From watching waves below; <br>To dalliance I give over <br>Though half the world may chide, <br>And clasp my one true Lover <br>Here on Macquarie side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The loves of earth grow olden <br>Or kneel at some new shrine; <br>Her locks are always golden- <br>This brave Bush-Love of mine; <br>And for her star-lit beauty, <br>And for her dawns dew-pearled, <br>Her name in love and duty <br>I guard against the world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They curse her desert places! <br>How can they understand <br>Who know not what her face is <br>And never held her handy- <br>Who may have heard the meeting <br>Of boughs the wind has stirred, <br>Yet missed the whispered greeting <br>Our listening hearts have heard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For some have travelled over <br>The long miles at her side, <br>Yet claimed her not as Lover <br>Nor thought of her as Bride: <br>And some have followed after <br>Through sun and mist for years, <br>Nor held the sunshine laughter, <br>Nor guessed the raindrops tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if her droughts are bitter, <br>Her dancing mirage vain- <br>Are all things gold that glitter? <br>What pleasure but hath pain? <br>And since among Love's blisses <br>Love's penalties must live, <br>Shall we not take her kisses, <br>And, taking them, forgive? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds of Dawn are roving <br>The river-oaks astir . . . <br>What heart were torn of loving <br>That had no I've but her? <br>Till last red stars are lighted <br>And last winds wander West, <br>Her troth and mine are plighted- <br>The lover I love best!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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To every twinkling star; 
The horse-bells in the distance 
Are jangling faint and far; 
Through gum-boughs torn and lonely 
The passing breezes sigh; 
In all the world are only 
My star-crowned Gove and I. 

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