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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke and rose and slipt away<br>To the heathery hills in the morning grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a field where the dew lay cold and deep<br>I met an ass, new-roused from sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stroked his nose and I tickled his ears,<br>And spoke soft words to quiet his fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes stared into the eyes of me<br>And he kissed my hands of his courtesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O big, brown brother out of the waste,<br>How do thistles for breakfast taste?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And do you rejoice in the dawn divine<br>With a heart that is glad no less than mine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“For, brother, the depth of your gentle eyes<br>Is strange and mystic as the skies:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What are the thoughts that grope behind,<br>Down in the mist of a donkey mind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Can it be true, as the wise men tell,<br>That you are a mask of God as well,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And, as in us, so in you no less<br>Speaks the eternal Loveliness,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And words of the lips that all things know<br>Among the thoughts of a donkey go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“However it be, O four-foot brother,<br>Fair to-day is the earth, our mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“God send you peace and delight thereof,<br>And all green meat of the waste you love,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And guard you well from violent men<br>Who’d put you back in the shafts again.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the ass had far too wise a head<br>To answer one of the things I said,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he twitched his fair ears up and down<br>And turned to nuzzle his shoulder brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a><div class=q>
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To the heathery hills in the morning grey.

In a field where the dew lay cold and deep
I met an ass, new-roused from sleep.

I stroked his nose and I tickled his ears,
And spoke soft words to quiet his fears.

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