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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The End Of May</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our governess is not in school,<br>So we may talk a bit;<br>Sit down upon this little stool,<br>Come, little Mary, sit:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And, my dear playmate, tell me why<br>In dismal black you're drest?<br>Why does the tear stand in your eye?<br>With sobs why heaves your breast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When we're in grief, it gives relief<br>Our sorrows to impart;<br>When you've told why, my dear, you cry,<br>'Twill ease your little heart.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, it is trouble very bad<br>Which causes me to weep;<br>All last night long we were so sad,<br>Not one of us could sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beyond the seas my father went,<br>'Twas very long ago;<br>And he last week a letter sent<br>(I told you so, you know)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That he was safe in Portsmouth bay,<br>And we should see him soon,<br>Either the latter end of May,<br>Or by the first of June.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The end of May was yesterday,<br>We all expected him;<br>And in our best clothes we were dressed,<br>Susan, and I, and Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O how my poor dear mother smiled,<br>And clapped her hands for joy;<br>She said to me, 'Come here, my child,<br>And Susan, and my boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Come all, and let us think,' said she,<br>'What we can do to please<br>Your father, for to-day will he<br>Come home from off the seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''That you have won, my dear young son,<br>A prize at school, we'll tell,<br>Because you can, my little man,<br>In writing all excel:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''And you have made a poem, nearly<br>All of your own invention:<br>Will not your father love you dearly<br>When this to him I mention?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Your sister Mary, she can say<br>Your poetry by heart;<br>And to repeat your verses may<br>Be little Mary's part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Susan, for you, I'll say you do<br>Your needlework with care,<br>And stitch so true the wristbands new<br>Dear father's soon to wear!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''O hark!' said James; 'I hear one speak;<br>'Tis like a seaman's voice.'-<br>Our mother gave a joyful shriek;<br>How did we all rejoice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''My husband's come!' 'My father's here!'<br>But O, alas, it was not so;<br>It was not as we said:<br>A stranger seaman did appear,<br>On his rough cheek there stood a tear,<br>For he brought to us a tale of woe,-<br>Our father dear was dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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So we may talk a bit;
Sit down upon this little stool,
Come, little Mary, sit:

'And, my dear playmate, tell me why
In dismal black you're drest?
Why does the tear stand in your eye?
With sobs why heaves your breas..."></div>
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