<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song of Pitcairn's Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, take our boy, and we will go<br>Before our cabin door;<br>The winds shall bring us, as they blow,<br>The murmurs of the shore;<br>And we will kiss his young blue eyes,<br>And I will sing him, as he lies,<br>Songs that were made of yore:<br>I'll sing, in his delighted ear,<br>The island lays thou lov'st to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, while stammering I repeat,<br>Thy country's tongue shalt teach;<br>'Tis not so soft, but far more sweet,<br>Than my own native speech:<br>For thou no other tongue didst know,<br>When, scarcely twenty moons ago,<br>Upon Tahete's beach,<br>Thou cam'st to woo me to be thine,<br>With many a speaking look and sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew thy meaning--thou didst praise<br>My eyes, my locks of jet;<br>Ah! well for me they won thy gaze,--<br>But thine were fairer yet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm glad to see my infant wear<br>Thy soft blue eyes and sunny hair,<br>And when my sight is met<br>By his white brow and blooming cheek,<br>I feel a joy I cannot speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come talk of Europe's maids with me,<br>Whose necks and cheeks, they tell,<br>Outshine the beauty of the sea,<br>White foam and crimson shell.<br>I'll shape like theirs my simple dress,<br>And bind like them each jetty tress.<br>A sight to please thee well:<br>And for my dusky brow will braid<br>A bonnet like an English maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, for the soft low sunlight calls,<br>We lose the pleasant hours;<br>'Tis lovelier than these cottage walls,--<br>That seat among the flowers.<br>And I will learn of thee a prayer,<br>To Him, who gave a home so fair,<br>A lot so blessed as ours--<br>The God who made, for thee and me,<br>This sweet lone isle amid the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116437" data-title="A Song of Pitcairn's Island de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Come, take our boy, and we will go/Before our cabin door;/The winds shall bring us, as they blow,/The murmurs of the shore;/And we will kiss his young blue eyes,/And I will sing him, as he lies,/Songs that were made of yore:/I'll sing, in his deli..."></div> </div> </div>

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