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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thora</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come under my cloak, my darling!<br>Thou little Norwegian main!<br>Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea<br>Shall chill or make thee afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come close, little blue-eyed maiden,<br>Nestle within my arm;<br>Thought the lightning leaps and the thunder peals,<br>We shall be safe from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift from the dim horizon<br>The dark sails scud for the land.<br>Look, how the rain-cloud drops its fringe<br>About us on either hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And high from our plunging bowsprit<br>Dashes the cold white spray,<br>And storm and tumult fill the air<br>And trouble the summer day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou fearest nothing, darling,<br>Thought the tempest mutter and brood,<br>Though the wild wind tosses they bright brown locks,<br>And flutters thy grass-green snood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kiss they wise wide forehead,<br>While the thunder rolls so grand;<br>And I hold the curve of they lovely cheek<br>In the hollow of my hand;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I watch the sky and the ocean,<br>And I study they gentle face --<br>Its lines of sweetness and power, <br>Thy type of they strong Norse race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I wonder what thy life will be,<br>Thou dear and charming child,<br>Who hast drifted so far across the world<br>To a home so lone and wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rude and rough and sad, perhaps;<br>Anxious and full of toil;<br>But I think no sorrow or hardship<br>Thine inner peace can spoil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For better than kingly fortunes<br>Is the wealth that thou dost hold -- <br>A nature perfectly balanced,<br>A beauty of heart untold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wilt open the door of patience,<br>When sorry shall come and knock;<br>But to every evil, unworthy thing<br>Wilt thou the gates fast lock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So shall thy day be blessed,<br>Whatever may be thy lot.<br>But what I am silently pondering<br>Thou understandest not,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And liftest to me thy steadfast eyes,<br>Calm as if heaven looked through.<br>Do all the maidens in Norway<br>Have eyes so clear and blue?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, darling, where, in the distance,<br>The cloud breaks up in the sky,<br>And lets a ray of sunshine fall<br>Where our far-off islands lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White they gleam, and the sea grows bright<br>And silver shines the foam.<br>A little space, and our anchor drops<br>In the haven of Love and Home!</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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Thou little Norwegian main!
Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea
Shall chill or make thee afraid.

Come close, little blue-eyed maiden,
Nestle within my arm;
Thought the lightning leaps and the thunder peals,
We sha..."></div>
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