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The dusk grows dense,
The silence tense;Insepulchred and deathless, through the dense
Deep elements may scarce be felt as pure
Soul within sense.No faintest gleam of sunlight through the dense
Infinity of gloom to lead thee thence--That ev'nin', down be'ind the shed, near where the scrub grows dense,
I gives young Bill a lesson in the art uv self-defence.A merry quip. Have they no sense
Of humor? Are they all as denseThen, with a swift wing-clapping, I am hence;
Or, crouching down, ingenuously seek
To merge my colors with the brush-wood denseI mean to weld our faces--through the dense
Incalculable darkness make pretenseSo do the mottled formulas of Sense
Glide snakewise through our dreams of Aftertime;
So errors breed in reeds and grasses dense'An' them rabbits was cheap - you might think I was dense,
But I couldn't deny they was cheap.
So still they come in through th egaps in the fenceI wander to the zigzag-cornered fence
Where sassafras, intrenched in brambles dense,Are the pikers as wild and the scrubs just as dense
In the brigalow country as when
There was never a homestead and never a fenceThese, flung as missiles till the air was dense,
Were most offensive weapons of offense,Through copse and brush-wood dense,
Lay piles of dead and wounded men,
Slain in that fierce defense.The dawn at "Moorabinda" was a mist rack dull and dense,
The sun-rise was a sullen, sluggish lamp;
I was dozing in the gateway at Arbuthnot's bound'ry fence,Yea, sift the hid grain motive from the dense,
Dusty, eye-blinding chaff of consequence.A net all snowy with its soft meshes dense,
A shroud of magnitued for host immense;When the night is murk, and the mist is dense,
To guide us Whither, remind us Whence,But Smith, your man of sense,
Ruddy, and broad, and round—like so!
Kindly—but dense, butt dense,I wish that Smith was not so dense.
He seems to have no vice;
He's educated - in a senseOf clumsy anger ... Crash! I’m through the fence
And thrusting wildly down the wood that’s dense