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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By Wood and Wold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows,<br>Though laden with faint perfume,<br>'Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows,<br>The scent of the wattle bloom.<br>Two-thirds of our journey at least are done,<br>Old horse ! let us take a spell<br>In the shade from the glare of the noon-day sun,<br>Thus far we have travell'd well ;<br>Your bridle I'll slip, your saddle ungirth,<br>And lay them beside this log,<br>For you'll roll in that track of reddish earth,<br>And shake like a water-dog.<br> <br>Upon yonder rise there's a clump of trees—<br>Their shadows look cool and broad—<br>You can crop the grass as fast as you please,<br>While I stretch my limbs on the sward ;<br>'Tis pleasant, I ween, with a leafy screen<br>O'er the weary head, to lie<br>On the mossy carpet of emerald green,<br>'Neath the vault of the azure sky ;<br>Thus all alone by the wood and wold,<br>I yield myself once again<br>To the memories old that, like tales fresh told,<br>Come flitting across the brain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a></strong></div>

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