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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Margery of the Fens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got his way:<br>I fought him fourscore years, but he's gripped me hard to-day.<br>No, not God, not a word of God! For I let him be.<br>The Devil is waiting, I tell you, but God has forgotten me.<br>II<br>Sir, you know I'm a witch? Look here, lean closer down:<br>If you tossed me into the dyke, you know I couldn't drown;<br>If you pricked me over with pins, I never could feel a pin;<br>For the Devil has sealed me his, and I've sinned the Original Sin.<br>III<br>Fourscore years have I lived, here in the heart of the Fens,<br>Dragging ages of years, but fourscore years of men's;<br>And the pools 'll stir, and the fogs 'll rise, and the winds 'll moan;--<br>Ay, there were others along with me, once; but they're gone, they're gone.<br>IV<br>Ages of years alone! There was Dickon, my man, he died,<br>And the child didn't die, but her father was on the Almighty's side,<br>And he took him away to himself; but he left the girl to hell,<br>And me he left to the Devil, with hardly a soul to sell.<br>V<br>Cursed and motherless girl, motherless girl that was mine!<br>I brought her up on my knees, and she left 'em to herd with swine;<br>I never have named her name these twoscore years save three:<br>She cast me off to be harlot, and I cast her off from me.<br>VI<br>What's that crying and wailing? The wind? Oh, ay, the wind.<br>And the wages of sin is death, and the soul shall die that hath sinned.<br>She cast me off, and she came back home with her baby again;<br>And I spoke no word, and I shut the door in her face in the rain.<br>VII<br>And the baby wailed and wailed on the threshold out in the night;<br>And all night long she lay at the door, and I sat upright;<br>And at morn she rose, and I spoke no word, and she went her way;<br>And the wages of sin is death, and it's I must die to-day.<br>VIII<br>Inch by inch I'm dying, and Satan's at watch hard by,<br>For he'll have my soul,--it was all I had,--when I come to die;<br>For my man that was he died, and my girl that was she fell,<br>And I flung my soul away, and the Devil caught it for hell.<br>IX<br>Twoscore years save three I've lived the life of a witch,<br>And I've plagued the cattle and folk with cramp and murrain and stitch;<br>And I've sold my soul, for my girl she killed my heart: let be;<br>She cast me off to be harlot, and I cast her off from me.<br>X<br>Go, and leave me alone. I'm past your help. I shall lie,<br>As she lay, through the night, and at morn, as she went in the rain, I shall die.<br>Go, and leave me alone. Let me die as I lived. But oh,<br>If the wind wouldn't cry and wail with the baby's cry as I go!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Symons">Arthur Symons</a><div class=q>
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Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got his way:
I fought him fourscore years, but he's gripped me hard to-day.
No, not God, not a word of God! For I let him be.
The Devil is waiting, I tell you, but God has forgotten me.
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