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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Maori Girl's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: <br>By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill; <br>Poor hapless I -- poor little I -- so many mouths to fill -- <br> And all for this strange feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O! senseless heart -- O simple! to yearn so, and to pine <br>For one so far above me, confest o'er all to shine, <br>For one a hundred dote upon, who never can be mine! <br> O, 'tis a foolish feeling -- all this fond, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When I was quite a child -- not so many moons ago -- <br>A happy little maiden -- O, then it was not so; <br>Like a sunny-dancing wavelet then I sparkled to and fro; <br> And I never had this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I think it must be owing to the idle life I lead <br>In the dreamy house for ever that this new bosom-weed <br>Has sprouted up and spread its shoots till it troubles me indeed <br> With a restless, weary feeling -- such a sad, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So in this pleasant islet, O, no longer will I stay -- <br>And the shadowy summer dwelling I will leave this very day; <br>On Arapa I'll launch my skiff, and soon be borne away <br> From all that feeds this feeling -- O, this fond, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I'll go and see dear Rima -- she'll welcome me, I know, <br>And a flaxen cloak -- her gayest -- o'er my weary shoulders throw, <br>With purfle red and points so free -- O, quite a lovely show -- <br> To charm away this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Two feathers I will borrow, and so gracefully I'll wear <br>Two feathers soft and snowy, for my long, black, lustrous hair. <br>Of the albatross's down they'll be -- O, how charming they'll look there -- <br> All to chase away this feeling -- O, this fond, sweet pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Then the lads will flock around me with flattering talk all day -- <br>And, with anxious little pinches, sly hints of love convey; <br>And I shall blush with happy pride to hear them, I daresay, <br> And quite forget this feeling -- O, this sad, sweet pain!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Domett">Alfred Domett</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=341522" data-title="A Maori Girl's Song de Alfred Domett" data-description=""Alas, and well-a-day! they are talking of me still: By the tingling of my nostril, I fear they are talking ill; Poor hapless I -- poor little I -- so many mouths to fill -- And all for this strange feeling -- O, this sad..."></div> </div> </div>
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