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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pêcheresse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the long quay the slow boats glide, <br>While here and there a house looms white <br>Against the gloom of the waterside, <br>And some high window throws a light <br>As they sail out into the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn they will bring in again <br>To women knitting on the quay <br>Who wait for him, their man of men; <br>I stand with them, and watch the sea <br>Which may have taken mine from me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just so the long days come and go. <br>The nights, ma Doué! the nights are cold! <br>Our Lady's heart is as frozen snow, <br>Since this one sin I have not told; <br>And I shall die or perhaps grow old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before he comes. The foreign ships <br>Bring many a one of face and name <br>As strange as his, to buy your lips, <br>A gold piece for a scarlet shame <br>Like mine. But mine was not the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night was ours, one short grey day <br>Of sudden sin, unshrived, untold. <br>He found me, and I lost the way <br>To Paradise for him. I sold <br>My soul for love and not for gold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bought my soul, but even so, <br>My face is all that he has seen, <br>His is the only face I know, <br>And in the dark church, like a screen. <br>It shuts God out; it comes between; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While in some narrow foreign street <br>Or loitering on the crowded quay, <br>Who knows what others he may meet <br>To turn his eyes away from me? <br>Many are fair to such as he! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is but one for such as I <br>To love, to hate, to hunger for; <br>I shall, perhaps, grow old and die, <br>With one short day to spend and store, <br>One night, in all my life, no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just so the long days come and go, <br>Yet this one sin I will not tell <br>Though Mary's heart is as frozen snow <br>And all nights are cold for one warmed too well. <br>But, oh! ma Doué! the nights of Hell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Mary+Mew">Charlotte Mary Mew</a><div class=q>
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While here and there a house looms white 
Against the gloom of the waterside, 
And some high window throws a light 
As they sail out into the night. 

At dawn they will bring in again 
To women knitting on..."></div>
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