Oh, those rides accross the river, corrected (Garden Grove)
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This poem was written by Breaker Morant, an Australian soldier who fought in the Boar War. There was an award winning made of his life. There are 2 stanzas before the quoted verses in the previous post but the rest of the poem is:
When the opal tints waxed duller
And a grey crept o'er the skies
Yet there stayed the blue sky's colour
In your dreamy dark blue eyes.
How the sun god's bright caresses,
When we rode at sunset there,
Plaited among your braided tresses,
Gleaming on your silken hair.
When the last sunlight's glory
Faded off the sandy bars,
There we learnt the old, old story,
Riding homeward 'neath the stars.
'Tis a memory to be hoarded
Oh, the foolish tale and fond!
Till another stream be forded
and we reach the Great Beyond.