# Lines Written During a Night Spent in a Bush Inn

I wish now this heart with its pleading refrain Would freeze and be still, then this tumult of pain That mortals call living would end, and the cast Of life be as nought but a pestilence past.
This robe I am wearing, as white as a cloud, With neatly sewn border, would do for a shroud, And thus I'd be ready, pain-shriven and meet, With only to straighten my hands and my feet.
No sign would I make when Death's hand on me lay, No sob would I utter when passing away; For those in the house need the rest, all too short, To heal the fatigue that a hard day has brought.
Out on the verandah, asleep on the floor, With weary feet blistered, and aching and sore, The tramp dreams of home with his head on his swag, Nor recks he of drought, or the dry water-bag.
And soundly asleep, with a sun-blistered face, The drover now dreads not the “breaks” he must chase. But he must be up at the first peep of light To “fetch up” the yards for his cattle at night.
And while all the sheep in the hurdles are snug The black boy must rest on his old 'possum rug. In dust and in heat he has shouted all day, And sunrise must see him again on his way.
I looked in the face of Death once, when alone, And met the grim King without shudder or moan, So I will not shiver nor shriek with affright If I have to go with him into the night.
And then they would take me to where I love best, To where I know well that my spirit would rest, Where gaudy birds chatter and wild cherries wave, And sunset would throw a red haze o'er my grave —
Away on the gap, 'neath the big kurrajong That stretches its branches the granites among, And forms with its shelter a natural tomb With rest in its stillness, and peace in its gloom.
And some one among them, with grief in his breast, Might register roughly the place of my rest By carving in letters cut deep on its bole These plain words: “A Woman. May God rest her soul.”
In ground that is hallowed let happy folk lie, But give me a grave in the bush when I die. For have I not lived, loved, and suffered alone? Thus making it meet that my grave be unknown.
The sound of the stockwhip away on the hill. Ah, God! It is day, and I'm suffering still!
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