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As when the strong stream of a wintering sea	A
Rolls round our coast with bodeful breaks of storm	B
And swift salt rain and bitter wind that saith	C
Wild things and woeful of the White South Land	D
Alone with God and silence in the cold	E
As when this cometh men from dripping doors	F
Look forth and shudder for the mariners	G
Abroad so we for absent brothers looked	H
In days of drought and when the flying floods	I
Swept boundless roaring down the bald black plains	J
Beyond the farthest spur of western hills	K
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For where the Barwon cuts a rotten land	D
Or lies unshaken like a great blind creek	L
Between hot mouldering banks it came to this	M
All in a time of short and thirsty sighs	N
That thirty rainless months had left the pools	O
And grass as dry as ashes then it was	P
Our kinsmen started for the lone Paroo	Q
From point to point with patient strivings sheer	Q
Across the horrors of the windless downs	R
Blue gleaming like a sea of molten steel	S
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But never drought had broke them never flood	T
Had quenched them they with mighty youth and health	C
And thews and sinews knotted like the trees	U
They like the children of the native woods	V
Could stem the strenuous waters or outlive	W
The crimson days and dull dead nights of thirst	X
Like camels yet of what avail was strength	C
Alone to them though it was like the rocks	Y
On stormy mountains in the bloody time	Z
When fierce sleep caught them in the camps at rest	A2
And violent darkness gripped the life in them	B2
And whelmed them as an eagle unawares	C2
Is whelmed and slaughtered in a sudden snare	Q
	-
All murdered by the blacks smit while they lay	D2
In silver dreams and with the far faint fall	E2
Of many waters breaking on their sleep	F2
Yea in the tracts unknown of any man	G2
Save savages the dim discovered ways	H2
Of footless silence or unhappy winds	I2
The wild men came upon them like a fire	Q
Of desert thunder and the fine firm lips	J2
That touched a mother's lips a year before	Q
And hands that knew a dearer hand than life	K2
Were hewn a sacrifice before the stars	L2
And left with hooting owls and blowing clouds	M2
And falling leaves and solitary wings	N2
	-
Aye you may see their graves you who have toiled	O2
And tripped and thirsted like these men of ours	G
For verily I say that not so deep	F2
Their bones are that the scattered drift and dust	P2
Of gusty days will never leave them bare	Q
O dear dead bleaching bones I know of those	Q2
Who have the wild strong will to go and sit	R2
Outside all things with you and keep the ways	H2
Aloof from bats and snakes and trampling feet	S2
That smite your peace and theirs who have the heart	T2
Without the lusty limbs to face the fire	Q
And moonless midnights and to be indeed	U2
For very sorrow like a moaning wind	V2
In wintry forests with perpetual rain	W2
	-
Because of this because of sisters left	X2
With desperate purpose and dishevelled hair	Q
And broken breath and sweetness quenched in tears	C2
Because of swifter silver for the head	Y2
And furrows for the face because of these	U
That should have come with age that come with pain	W2
O Master Father sitting where our eyes	N
Are tired of looking say for once are we	A
Are we to set our lips with weary smiles	Z2
Before the bitterness of Life and Death	C
And call it honey while we bear away	D2
A taste like wormwood	A3
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Turn thyself and sing	B3
Sing Son of Sorrow Is there any gain	W2
For breaking of the loins for melting eyes	N
And knees as weak as water any peace	C3
Or hope for casual breath and labouring lips	J2
For clapping of the palms and sharper sighs	N
Than frost or any light to come for those	Q2
Who stand and mumble in the alien streets	D3
With heads as grey as Winter any balm	E3
For pleading women and the love that knows	Q2
Of nothing left to love	F3
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They sleep a sleep	F2
Unknown of dreams these darling friends of ours	G
And we who taste the core of many tales	G3
Of tribulation we whose lives are salt	H3
With tears indeed we therefore hide our eyes	N
And weep in secret lest our grief should risk	I3
The rest that hath no hurt from daily racks	J3
Of fiery clouds and immemorial rains	J

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