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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Dawn Comes to the City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tired cars go grumbling by, <br>The moaning, groaning cars, <br>And the old milk carts go rumbling by <br>Under the same dull stars. <br>Out of the tenements, cold as stone, <br>Dark figures start for work; <br>I watch them sadly shuffle on, <br>'Tis dawn, dawn in New York. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I would be on the island of the sea, <br>In the heart of the island of the sea, <br>Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing, <br>And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree, <br>Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing, <br>Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn, <br>And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing, <br>And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying, <br>And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling <br>From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea <br>That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling <br>Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously! <br>There, oh, there! on the island of the sea, <br>There would I be at dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tired cars go grumbling by, <br>The crazy, lazy cars, <br>And the same milk carts go rumbling by <br>Under the dying stars. <br>A lonely newsboy hurries by, <br>Humming a recent ditty; <br>Red streaks strike through the gray of the sky, <br>The dawn comes to the city. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I would be on the island of the sea, <br>In the heart of the island of the sea, <br>Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing, <br>And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree, <br>Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing <br>Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn, <br>And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing, <br>And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying, <br>And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling, <br>From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea <br>That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling <br>Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously! <br>There, oh, there! on the island of the sea, <br>There I would be at dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claude+McKay">Claude McKay</a><div class=q>
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The moaning, groaning cars, 
And the old milk carts go rumbling by 
Under the same dull stars. 
Out of the tenements, cold as stone, 
Dark figures start for work; 
I watch them sadly shuffle on, 
'Tis dawn, dawn in..."></div>
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