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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flames</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's human nature for a bashful bloke<br>To bottle up, an' hesitate, an' doubt<br>Till grinnin' Fate plays him some low-down joke;<br>Then, in excitement, he goes blurtin' out<br>The tale his sane mind never would impart,<br>So all the near-by world knows it by heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good luck for me, the near-by world that day,<br>When I ran sobbin' thro' the scorchin' fern,<br>Held few to hear the foolish things I say;<br>No one was there my secret thought to learn,<br>As I went shoutin' down the mountain spur,<br>Only the scared birds, an' the trees, an' Her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fancy, many men have been thro' Hell,<br>Tortured by fear, when hope has amost died;<br>But few have gone thro' that, an' fire as well<br>To come on Heaven on the other side<br>With just one angel in it, safe an' well -<br>A cool, calm angel by the name of Nell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day the fire came sweepin' down the hill,<br>Lickin' the forest up like some mad beast,<br>We had our work cut out to save the mill;<br>An', when the wind swung round into the East,<br>An' blew the roarin' flames along the spur,<br>Straight for 'The Height,' I gets quick fear for Her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flat out I was fightin' all day long <br>(We saved the mill-shed, but the huts were done) <br>When some bloke, weak with sprintin' comes along <br> Comic, it seemed, to me the way he run) <br>Shoutin' that someone's missin' from 'The Height,'<br>An' all the forest at the back's alight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't what he thought, an' never cared,<br>When I grabs at his coat an' starts to yell.<br>I only know that I was dreadful scared. . . .<br>In half a minute more, I guessed 'twas Nell.<br>He tell me when an' where they thought she went,<br>An' of the useless searchers they had sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never waits for more; but turned an' ran<br>Straight for the spur, along the scorchin' track.<br>Behind me, as I went, I hear some man <br>I think it's Pike - bawlin', 'You fool! Come back!'<br>What plan was in my mind I cannot tell;<br>I only know I want to find my Nell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next thing I mind, I've left the track, an' turned<br>Into the blackened scrub - my eyes feel bad -<br>Above my head the messmate trees still burned.<br>An' Lord, them awful fancies that I had!<br>I seen her lyin' there - her face - her hair. . . .<br>Why, even now, them thoughts give me a scare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stumble on. Against a red-hot butt<br> I burn my hand, but never even swear;<br>But keep on sayin', 'Make the splitter's hut,<br>The splitter's hut! Get to the clearin' there.<br>She's at the splitter's hut; an' if she ain't . . .'<br>My heart turns over, an' I feel dead faint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' as I plug along, I hear some fool<br>Repeatin' words till they sound like a spell.<br>'I'm goin' mad,' I thinks. 'Keep cool! Keep cool!'<br>But still the voice goes on' 'My Nell! My Nell!'<br>I whips round quick to see who he can be,<br>This yappin' fool - then realize it's me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say I must have gone thro' blazin' ferns.<br>Perhaps I did; but I don't recollect.<br>My mind was blank, but, judgin' by my burns,<br>There's something got to me that took effect.<br>But once, I know, I saw a flamin' tree<br>Fall just behind me; but that don't trouble me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't know how the reached the splitter's hut,<br>I only saw the ragin' fire - an' Nell.<br>My clothes were torn, my face an' hands were cut,<br>An' half a dozen times, at least, I fell.<br>I burst into the clearin' . . . an' I look. . . .<br>She's sittin' on a log there - with a book!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to cross that clearin' in a stride,<br>Still sobbin' like a kid: 'My Nell! My nell!'<br>I was clean mad. But, as I reach her side,<br>I sort of wake, an' give that song a spell.<br>But, by her eyes, for all she seemed so cool,<br>I know she must have heard, an' feel a fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, Mister Jim? You do look hot,' says she.<br>(But still her eyes says oceans more than that).<br>'Did you come all the way up here for me?'<br>Coolness? I tell you straight, it knocked me flat.<br>By rights, she should fall sobbin' in my arms;<br>But no; there weren't no shrieks an' no alarms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pulls myself together with a jerk.<br>'Oh, just a stroll,' I says. 'Don't mention it.<br>The mill's half burnt, an' I am out of work;<br>They missed you so I looked around a bit.'<br>'Now, that was good of you,' says she, reel bright.<br>'Wasn't the bush-fire such a splendid sight?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks me up and down. 'Why, Mister Jim,'<br>She says to me, 'you do look hot, indeed.<br>If you go strollin' that way for a whim<br>Whatever would you do in case of need?'<br>That's what she said. But with her eyes she sent<br>More than her thanks; an' I was quite content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seen her home; or, rather, she seen me,<br>For I was weak, an' fumbled in my stride.<br>But, when we reached 'The Height,' I seen that she<br>Was just in breakin'; an' she went inside. . . . <br>I stumbles home. 'Well, Jim, lad, anyway,'<br>I tells myself, 'you've had a fine, full day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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To bottle up, an' hesitate, an' doubt
Till grinnin' Fate plays him some low-down joke;
Then, in excitement, he goes blurtin' out
The tale his sane mind never would impart,
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