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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Virgin Mary, far away,<br>Look down from Heaven while I pray.<br>Open your golden casement high,<br>And lean way out beyond the sky.<br>I am so little, it may be<br>A task for you to harken me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lady Mary, I have bought<br>A candle, as the good priest taught.<br>I only had one penny, so<br>Old Goody Jenkins let it go.<br>It is a little bent, you see.<br>But Oh, be merciful to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have not anything to give,<br>Yet I so long for him to live.<br>A year ago he sailed away<br>And not a word unto today.<br>I've strained my eyes from the sea-wall<br>But never does he come at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other ships have entered port<br>Their voyages finished, long or short,<br>And other sailors have received<br>Their welcomes, while I sat and grieved.<br>My heart is bursting for his hail,<br>O Virgin, let me spy his sail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~Hull down on the edge of a sun-soaked sea<br>Sparkle the bellying sails for me.<br>Taut to the push of a rousing wind<br>Shaking the sea till it foams behind,<br>The tightened rigging is shrill with the song:<br>'We are back again who were gone so long.'~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One afternoon I bumped my head.<br>I sat on a post and wished I were dead<br>Like father and mother, for no one cared<br>Whither I went or how I fared.<br>A man's voice said, 'My little lad,<br>Here's a bit of a toy to make you glad.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I opened my eyes and saw him plain,<br>With his sleeves rolled up, and the dark blue stain<br>Of tattooed skin, where a flock of quail<br>Flew up to his shoulder and met the tail<br>Of a dragon curled, all pink and green,<br>Which sprawled on his back, when it was seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He held out his hand and gave to me<br>The most marvellous top which could ever be.<br>It had ivory eyes, and jet-black rings,<br>And a red stone carved into little wings,<br>All joined by a twisted golden line,<br>And set in the brown wood, even and fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive me, Lady, I have not brought<br>My treasure to you as I ought,<br>But he said to keep it for his sake<br>And comfort myself with it, and take<br>Joy in its spinning, and so I do.<br>It couldn't mean quite the same to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every day I met him there,<br>Where the fisher-nets dry in the sunny air.<br>He told me stories of courts and kings,<br>Of storms at sea, of lots of things.<br>The top he said was a sort of sign<br>That something in the big world was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~Blue and white on a sun-shot ocean.<br>Against the horizon a glint in motion.<br>Full in the grasp of a shoving wind,<br>Trailing her bubbles of foam behind,<br>Singing and shouting to port she races,<br>A flying harp, with her sheets and braces.~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Queen of Heaven, give me heed,<br>I am in very utmost need.<br>He loved me, he was all I had,<br>And when he came it made the sad<br>Thoughts disappear. This very day<br>Send his ship home to me I pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll be a priest, if you want it so,<br>I'll work till I have enough to go<br>And study Latin to say the prayers<br>On the rosary our old priest wears.<br>I wished to be a sailor too,<br>But I will give myself to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll never even spin my top,<br>But put it away in a box. I'll stop<br>Whistling the sailor-songs he taught.<br>I'll save my pennies till I have bought<br>A silver heart in the market square,<br>I've seen some beautiful, white ones there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll give up all I want to do<br>And do whatever you tell me to.<br>Heavenly Lady, take away<br>All the games I like to play,<br>Take my life to fill the score,<br>Only bring him back once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">~The poplars shiver and turn their leaves,<br>And the wind through the belfry moans and grieves.<br>The gray dust whirls in the market square,<br>And the silver hearts are covered with care<br>By thick tarpaulins. Once again<br>The bay is black under heavy rain.~</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Queen of Heaven has shut her door.<br>A little boy weeps and prays no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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Look down from Heaven while I pray.
Open your golden casement high,
And lean way out beyond the sky.
I am so little, it may be
A task for you to harken me.

O Lady Mary, I have bought
A candle, as the good priest taught..."></div>
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