In the Days When the World Was Wide and Other Verses
The Great Grey Plain

Henry Laws

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Out West, where the stars are brightest,

Where the scorching north wind blows,

And the bones of the dead gleam whitest,

And the sun on a desert glows —

Yet within the selfish kingdom

Where man starves man for gain,

Where white men tramp for existence —

Wide lies the Great Grey Plain.

No break in its awful horizon,

No blur in the dazzling haze,

Save where by the bordering timber

The fierce, white heat-waves blaze,

And out where the tank-heap rises

Or looms when the sunlights wane,

Till it seems like a distant mountain

Low down on the Great Grey Plain.

No sign of a stream or fountain,

No spring on its dry, hot breast,

No shade from the blazing noontide

Where a weary man might rest.

Whole years go by when the glowing

Sky never clouds for rain —

Only the shrubs of the desert

Grow on the Great Grey Plain.

From the camp, while the rich man's dreaming,

Come the 'traveller' and his mate,

In the ghastly dawnlight seeming

Like a swagman's ghost out late;

And the horseman blurs in the distance,

While still the stars remain,

A low, faint dust-cloud haunting

His track on the Great Grey Plain.

And all day long from before them

The mirage smokes away —

That daylight ghost of an ocean

Creeps close behind all day

With an evil, snake-like motion,

As the waves of a madman's brain:

'Tis a phantom NOT like water

Out there on the Great Grey Plain.

There's a run on the Western limit

Where a man lives like a beast,

And a shanty in the mulga

That stretches to the East;

And the hopeless men who carry

Their swags and tramp in pain —

The footmen must not tarry

Out there on the Great Grey Plain.

Out West, where the stars are brightest,

Where the scorching north wind blows,

And the bones of the dead seem whitest,

And the sun on a desert glows —

Out back in the hungry distance

That brave hearts dare in vain —

Where beggars tramp for existence —

There lies the Great Grey Plain.

'Tis a desert not more barren

Than the Great Grey Plain of years,

Where a fierce fire burns the hearts of men —

Dries up the fount of tears:

Where the victims of a greed insane

Are crushed in a hell-born strife —

Where the souls of a race are murdered

On the Great Grey Plain of Life!

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