Here you will find the Poem Comrades 0' Mine of poet William Henry Ogilvie
If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine, When the sky in the East holds the grey of the dawn, When the soft wind is stirring the plumes of the pine And the shadow goes gliding beneath like a fawn? If I call, will you hear me, 0 long-ago friends, As you pass to the stockyard with bridle on arm, Where the song of the magpie to Heaven ascends And the buddah-bush blooms with its delicate charm? If I call, will you hear me? Heart calling to heart Across the wide water, across the long years. In the life that you live have I, too, not a part? Do I share not its laughter, its hopes and its fears? If my saddle hangs idle, if no more I bind The spurs of adventure to gleam on the heel, Along Memory's paths may I stray not and find The beat of bare hoofs and the jingle of steel? Where we rode shall I ride not? Through scrubs where we raced With the rein lying loose as some favourite flew Through the ragged grey stems, through the boughs interlaced Have ye ridden one ride where I rode not with you? If I call, will you hear ? - Nay; for Time will be king, And the wind on wide water bears voices away. The spurs as they glisten, the hoofs where they ring, Are the servants of Youth at the dawn of the day.
