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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Changeling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother, <br>Waste no sighs;<br>There are my sisters, there is my little brother<br>Who plays in the place called Paradise,<br>Your children all, your children for ever;<br>But I, so wild,<br>Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,<br>Never, I know, but half your child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the garden at play, all day, last summer,<br>Far and away I heard<br>The sweet &quot;tweet-tweet&quot; of a strange new-comer,<br>The dearest, clearest call of a bird.<br>It lived down there in the deep green hollow,<br>My own old home, and the fairies say <br>The word of a bird is a thing to follow,<br>So I was away a night and a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One evening, too, by the nursery fire,<br>We snuggled close and sat roudn so still,<br>When suddenly as the wind blew higher,<br>Something scratched on the window-sill,<br>A pinched brown face peered in--I shivered;<br>No one listened or seemed to see; <br>The arms of it waved and the wings of it quivered,<br>Whoo--I knew it had come for me! <br>Some are as bad as bad can be!<br>All night long they danced in the rain,<br>Round and round in a dripping chain,<br>Threw their caps at the window-pane,<br>Tried to make me scream and shout<br>And fling the bedclothes all about:<br>I meant to stay in bed that night,<br>And if only you had left a light<br>They would never have got me out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I wouldn't speak, you see,<br>Or answer when you spoke to me,<br>Because in the long, still dusks of Spring <br>You can hear the whole world whispering; <br>The shy green grasses making love,<br>The feathers grow on the dear grey dove,<br>The tiny heart of the redstart beat,<br>The patter of the squirrel's feet,<br>The pebbles pushing in the silver streams,<br>The rushes talking in their dreams,<br>The swish-swish of the bat's black wings,<br>The wild-wood bluebell's sweet ting-tings,<br>Humming and hammering at your ear,<br>Everything there is to hear<br>In the heart of hidden things.<br>But not in the midst of the nursery riot, <br>That's why I wanted to be quiet,<br>Couldn't do my sums, or sing, <br>Or settle down to anything. <br>And when, for that, I was sent upstairs<br>I did kneel down to say my prayers;<br>But the King who sits on your high church steeple<br>Has nothing to do with us fairy people!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Times I pleased you, dear Father, dear Mother,<br>Learned all my lessons and liked to play,<br>And dearly I loved the little pale brother<br>Whom some other bird must have called away.<br>Why did they bring me here to make me<br>Not quite bad and not quite good,<br>Why, unless They're wicked, do They want, in spite,<br>to take me<br>Back to Their wet, wild wood?<br>Now, every nithing I shall see the windows shining,<br>The gold lamp's glow, and the fire's red gleam,<br>While the best of us are twining twigs and the rest of us<br>are whining<br>In the hollow by the stream.<br>Black and chill are Their nights on the wold;<br>And They live so long and They feel no pain:<br>I shall grow up, but never grow old,<br>I shall always, always be very cold,<br>I shall never come back again!</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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Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little brother
Who plays in the place called Paradise,
Your children all, your children for ever;
But I, so wild,
Your disgrace, with the queer brown ..."></div>
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