LEAN brown lords of the Brisbane beaches, Lithe-limbed kings of the Culgoa bends, Princes that ride where the Roper reaches, Captains that camp where the gray Gulf ends— Never such goodly men together Marched since the kingdoms first made war; Nothing so proud as the Emu Feather Waved in an English wind before! Ardour and faith of those keen brown faces! Challenge and strength of those big brown hands! Eyes that have flashed upon wide-flung spaces! Chins that have conquered in fierce far lands!— Flood could not daunt them, Drought could not break them; Deep in their hearts is their sun's own fire; Blood of thine own blood, England, take them! These are the swords of thy soul's desire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUMPTY DUMPTY RECITATION [OR, SONG] by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PUCK'S SWEETHEART by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |