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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Valentine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out <br>Around the hut of Culgo Jim: <br>The hand of God had broke the drought <br>And filled the channels to the brim: <br>The outline of the hut loomed dim <br>Among the shades of murmurous pine, <br>That eve of good Saint Valentine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watched, and to his sleepy gaze <br>The dying embers of the fire, <br>Its yellow reds and pearly greys, <br>Made pictures of his younger days. <br>Outside the waters mounted higher <br>Beneath a half-moon's sickly shine, <br>That eve of good Saint Valentine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, in the great slab fire-place <br>The oak log, burnt away to coal, <br>Showed him the semblance of a face <br>Framed in a golden aureole: <br>Eyes, the clear windows of a soul— <br>Soul of a maid, who used to sign <br>Herself, ‘Jim, dear, your Valentine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lips, whose pink curves were made to bear <br>Love's kisses, not to be the mock <br>Of grave-worms . . . Suddenly a whirr, <br>And twelve loud strokes upon the clock; <br>Then at the door a gentle knock. <br>The collie dog began to whine <br>That morn of good Saint Valentine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He opened; by his heels the hound <br>Sniffed at the night. ‘Who comes, and why? <br>What? no one! Hush! was that a sound? <br>Methought I heard a human cry. <br>Bah! 'twas a curlew passing by <br>Out where the lignum bushes twine, <br>This morn of good Saint Valentine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘What ails the dog? Down, Stumpy, down! <br>No? Well, lead on, perchance a <br>It is, poor brute, that fears to drown. <br>Heavens! how chill the waters creep! <br>Why, Stumpy, do you splash and leap? <br>'Tis but a foolish quest of thine, <br>This morn of good Saint Valentine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Nay, not so foolish as I thought . . . <br>Hark! 'mid those reeds a feeble scream! <br>Mother of God! a cradle—brought <br>Down from some homestead up the stream! <br>A white-robed baby! Do I dream? <br>No, 'tis that dear dead love of mine <br>Who sends me thus a Valentine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Barcroft+Henry+Thomas+Boake">Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake</a><div class=q>
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Around the hut of Culgo Jim: 
The hand of God had broke the drought 
And filled the channels to the brim: 
The outline of the hut loomed dim 
Among the shades of murmurous pine, 
That eve of good S..."></div>
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