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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Karen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At her low quaint wheel she sits to spin,<br>Deftly drawing the long, light rolls<br>Of carded wool through her finders thin,<br>By the fireside at the Isles of Shoals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not pretty, she is not young,<br>Poor homesick Karen, who sits and spins,<br>Humming a song in her tongue,<br>That falters and stops, and again begins,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While her wheel flies fast, with its drowsy hum,<br>And she makes a picture of pensive grace<br>As thoughts of her well-loved Norway come<br>And deepen the shadows across her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her collar is white as the drifted snow,<br>And she spun and wove her blue gown fine<br>With those busy hands. See, a flitting glow<br>Makes her pale cheek burn and her dark eyes shine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left you a lover in that far land,<br>O Karen sad, that you pine so long?<br>Would I could unravel and understand<br>That sorrowful, sweet Norwegian song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the spring wind blew, the &quot;America wind,&quot;<br>As your people call it, that bears away<br>Their youths and maidens a home to find<br>In this distant country, could you not stay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And live in that dear Norway still,<br>And let the emigrant crowd sail West<br>Without you? Well, you have had your will.<br>Why would you fly from your sheltering nest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O homesick Karen, listen to me:<br>You are not young and you are not fair,<br>But Waldemar no one else can see,<br>For he carries your image everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is he too boyish a lover for you,<br>With all his soul in his frank blue eyes?<br>Feign you unconsciousness? Is it true<br>You know not his heart in your calm hand lies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Handsome and gentle and good is he;<br>Loves you, Karen, better than life;<br>But do consider him, can't you see<br>What a happy woman would be his wife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You won't be merry? You can't be glad?<br>Still must you mourn for that home afar?<br>Well, here is an end of a hope I had,<br>And I am sorry for Waldemar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Celia+Thaxter">Celia Thaxter</a><div class=q>
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Deftly drawing the long, light rolls
Of carded wool through her finders thin,
By the fireside at the Isles of Shoals.

She is not pretty, she is not young,
Poor homesick Karen, who sits and spins,
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