<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Devlin's Siding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare<br>And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What made the tall young woman flush, and strive to hide her face,<br>As the train slid past the platform and the guard swung in his place?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What made her look so stealthily both up and down the line,<br>And quickly give the infant suck to still its puny whine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why was the sawmill not at work? why were the men away?<br>They might have turned a woman from a woeful deed that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did the pine-scrub stand so thick? why was the place so lone<br>That nothing but the soldier-birds might hear a baby moan?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why doth the woman tear the child? why doth the mother take<br>The infant from her breast, and weep as if her heart would break?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why doth she moan, and grind her teeth, and weave an awful curse<br>To fall on him who made of her a harlot-ay, and worse?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should she fall upon her knees and, with a trembling hand,<br>Clear off the underbrush and scrape a cradle in the sand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why doth she shudder as she hears the buzz of eager flies,<br>And bind a handkerchief across the sleeping infant's eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why doth she turn, but come again and feverishly twine,<br>To shield it from the burning sun, the fragrant fronds of pine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, as she strides the platform, does she try hard not to think<br>That somewhere in the scrub a babe is calling her for drink?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, through the alleys of the pine, do languid breezes sigh<br>A low refrain that seems to mock her with a baby's cry?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seek not to know! but pray for her, and pity, as the train<br>Carries a white-faced woman back to face the world again.</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> <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=350476" data-title="At Devlin's Siding de Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake" data-description="What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare? What made the tall young woman flush, and strive to hide her face, As the train slid past the platform and the guard swung i..."></div> </div> </div>

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