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THE GULLY: 1 by FRANK WILMOT

First Line: THE SUN THAT BEATS ON THIS SPUR'S STOLID BROW
Last Line: OR HOLD THE MUSIC OF A HIDDEN BIRD.
THE sun that beats on this spur's stolid brow,
The sun that beats on Oodnadatta now,
Little swift lights in the enfolding green,
The things I've seen:
A baby bracken-spray
That lifts a lump of clay
And stretches fearless fronds into the day;
The things I've heard
Have drenched imagination, stilled the tone
Of speech until it seems speech cannot burst
The tiger-bonds of the heart's deathless thirst
To draw the miracle from this dark stone
Or hold the music of a hidden bird.



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