Thanks a lot for listening to my show over the past two years. The learned doubt, the chatter of cultured apes Springs in that waste, some spirit which escapes Such savage and scarlet as no green hills dare Hoping, if still from the deserts the prophets come, Yet there are some like me turn gladly homeįrom the lush jungle of modern thought, to find Whose boast is not: "we live" but "we survive",Īnd her five cities, like five teeming sores,Įach drains her: a vast parasite robber-state Her rivers of water drown among inland sands,įloods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth. The emotions and superstitions of younger lands, They call her a young country, but they lie:Ī woman beyond her change of life, a breast Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away. A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate greyĭarkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws
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