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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman And The Weed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(FOUNDED ON A NEW ZEALAND MYTH.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Morning of Time, when his fortunes began,<br>How bleak, how un-Greek, was the Nature of Man!<br>From his wigwam, if ever he ventured to roam,<br>There was nobody waiting to welcome him home;<br>For the Man had been made, but the woman had NOT,<br>And Earth was a highly detestable spot.<br>Man hated his neighbours; they met and they scowled,<br>They did not converse but they struggled and howled,<br>For Man had no tact--he would ne'er take a hint,<br>And his notions he backed with a hatchet of flint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Man was alone, and he wished he could see<br>On the Earth some one like him, but fairer than he,<br>With locks like the red gold, a smile like the sun,<br>To welcome him back when his hunting was done.<br>And he sighed for a voice that should answer him still,<br>Like the affable Echo he heard on the hill:<br>That should answer him softly and always agree,<br>AND OH, Man reflected, HOW NICE IT WOULD BE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he prayed to the Gods, and they stooped to his prayer,<br>And they spoke to the Sun on his way through the air,<br>And he married the Echo one fortunate morn,<br>And Woman, their beautiful daughter, was born!<br>The daughter of Sunshine and Echo she came<br>With a voice like a song, with a face like a flame;<br>With a face like a flame, and a voice like a song,<br>And happy was Man, but it was not for long!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For weather's a painfully changeable thing,<br>Not always the child of the Echo would sing;<br>And the face of the Sun may be hidden with mist,<br>And his child can be terribly cross if she list.<br>And unfortunate Man had to learn with surprise<br>That a frown's not peculiar to masculine eyes;<br>That the sweetest of voices can scold and can sneer,<br>And cannot be answered--like men--with a spear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Man went and called to the Gods in his woe,<br>And they answered him--'Sir, you would needs have it so:<br>And the thing must go on as the thing has begun,<br>She's immortal--your child of the Echo and Sun.<br>But we'll send you another, and fairer is she,<br>This maiden with locks that are flowing and free.<br>This maiden so gentle, so kind, and so fair,<br>With a flower like a star in the night of her hair.<br>With her eyes like the smoke that is misty and blue,<br>With her heart that is heavenly, and tender, and true.<br>She will die in the night, but no need you should mourn,<br>You shall bury her body and thence shall be born<br>A weed that is green, that is fragrant and fair,<br>With a flower like the star in the night of her hair.<br>And the leaves must ye burn till they offer to you<br>Soft smoke, like her eyes that are misty and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And the smoke shall ye breathe and no more shall ye fret,<br>But the child of the Echo and Sun shall forget:<br>Shall forget all the trouble and torment she brings,<br>Shall bethink ye of none but delectable things;<br>And the sound of the wars with your brethren shall cease,<br>While ye smoke by the camp-fire the great pipe of peace.'<br>So the last state of Man was by no means the worst,<br>The second gift softened the sting of the first.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor the child of the Echo and Sun doth he heed<br>When he dreams with the Maid that was changed to the weed;<br>Though the Echo be silent, the Sun in a mist,<br>The Maid is the fairest that ever was kissed.<br>And when tempests are over and ended the rain,<br>And the child of the Sunshine is sunny again,<br>He comes back, glad at heart, and again is at one<br>With the changeable child of the Echo and Sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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In the Morning of Time, when his fortunes began,
How bleak, how un-Greek, was the Nature of Man!
From his wigwam, if ever he ventured to roam,
There was nobody waiting to welcome him home;
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