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Written by Andrew Barton Paterson | Create an image from this poem

Black Swans

 As I lie at rest on a patch of clover 
In the Western Park when the day is done. 
I watch as the wild black swans fly over 
With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun; 
And I hear the clang of their leader crying 
To a lagging mate in the rearward flying, 
And they fade away in the darkness dying, 
Where the stars are mustering one by one. 
O ye wild black swans, 'twere a world of wonder 
For a while to join in your westward flight, 
With the stars above and the dim earth under, 
Trough the cooling air of the glorious night. 
As we swept along on our pinions winging, 
We should catch the chime of a church-bell ringing, 
Or the distant note of a torrent singing, 
Or the far-off flash of a station light. 

From the northern lakes with the reeds and rushes, 
Where the hills are clothed with a purple haze, 
Where the bell-birds chime and the songs of thrushes 
Make music sweet in the jungle maze, 
They will hold their course to the westward ever, 
Till they reach the banks of the old grey river, 
Where the waters wash, and the reed-beds quiver 
In the burning heat of the summer days. 

O ye strange wild birds, will ye bear a greeting 
To the folk that live in that western land? 
Then for every sweep of your pinions beating 
Ye shall bear a wish to the sunburnt band, 
To the stalwart men who are stoutly fighting 
With the heat and drought and the dust-storm smiting, 
Yet whose life somehow has a strong inviting, 
When once to the work they have put their hand. 

Facing it yet! O my friend stout-hearted, 
What does it matter for rain or shine, 
For the hopes deferred and the grain departed? 
Nothing could conquer that heart of thine. 
And thy health and strength are beyond confessing 
As the only joys that are worth possessing. 
May the days to come be as rich in blessing 
As the days we spent in the auld lang syne. 

I would fain go back to the old grey river, 
To the old bush days when our hearts were light; 
But, alas! those days they have fled for ever, 
They are like the swans that have swept from sight. 
And I know full well that the strangers' faces 
Would meet us now is our dearest places; 
For our day is dead and has left no traces 
But the thoughts that live in my mind to-night. 

There are folk long dead, and our hearts would sicken-- 
We should grieve for them with a bitter pain; 
If the past could live and the dead could quicken, 
We then might turn to that life again. 
But on lonely nights we should hear them calling, 
We should hear their steps on the pathways falling, 
We should loathe the life with a hate appalling 
In our lonely rides by the ridge and plain 

In the silent park a scent of clover, 
And the distant roar of the town is dead, 
And I hear once more, as the swans fly over, 
Their far-off clamour from overhead. 
They are flying west, by their instinct guided, 
And for man likewise is his rate decided, 
And griefs apportioned and joys divided 
By a mightly power with a purpose dread.


Written by Friedrich von Schiller | Create an image from this poem

The Division Of The Earth

 "Take the world!" Zeus exclaimed from his throne in the skies
To the children of man--"take the world I now give;
It shall ever remain as your heirloom and prize,
So divide it as brothers, and happily live."

Then all who had hands sought their share to obtain,
The young and the aged made haste to appear;
The husbandman seized on the fruits of the plain,
The youth through the forest pursued the fleet deer.

The merchant took all that his warehouse could hold,
The abbot selected the last year's best wine,
The king barred the bridges,--the highways controlled,
And said, "Now remember, the tithes shall be mine!"

But when the division long-settled had been,
The poet drew nigh from a far distant land;
But alas! not a remnant was now to be seen,
Each thing on the earth owned a master's command.

"Alas! shall then I, of thy sons the most true,--
Shall I, 'mongst them all, be forgotten alone?"
Thus loudly he cried in his anguish, and threw
Himself in despair before Jupiter's throne.

"If thou in the region of dreams didst delay,
Complain not of me," the Immortal replied;
"When the world was apportioned, where then wert thou, pray?"
"I was," said the poet, "I was--by thy side!"

"Mine eye was then fixed on thy features so bright,
Mine ear was entranced by thy harmony's power;
Oh, pardon the spirit that, awed by thy light,
All things of the earth could forget in that hour!"

"What to do?" Zeus exclaimed,--"for the world has been given;
The harvest, the market, the chase, are not free;
But if thou with me wilt abide in my heaven,
Whenever thou comest, 'twill be open to thee!"

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