<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Martyr of Bovinia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She milked the cow; and all the morn was hushed <br>(It was a beast that never kicked or rushed)<br>The startled dicky-birds of early Spring<br>Sat up amazed to mark this splendid thing,<br>Nigh fainting with delight upon the bough . . . .<br> She milked the cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She milked the cow; nor all the glory rare<br>Of that October morning could compare<br>With that sweet sylvan scene; the grace, the charm<br>The rhythmic movement of her dimpled arm,<br>Would make a poor bloke feel just anyhow . . . . <br> She milked the cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She milked the cow. 'Twas at South Sassafras <br>(Which is a cruel word to rhyme,alas)<br>And all who gazed thereon decalred, with force,<br>It was sublime - except the cow, of course<br>Who wore a patient frown upn her brow . . . .<br>She milked the cow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She milked the cow - at least, she said she did.<br>There was the milk in proof; and God forbid<br>That I should doubt the statement in the least,<br>(I sympathised in private with the beast<br>Who said - but still, what does it matter now?)<br>She milked the cow.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357955" data-title="The Martyr of Bovinia de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="She milked the cow; and all the morn was hushed (It was a beast that never kicked or rushed) The startled dicky-birds of early Spring Sat up amazed to mark this splendid thing, Nigh fainting with delight upon the bough . . . . She milked the cow..."></div> </div> </div>

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