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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bride of the Wind and Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was morning dew, and the sky was blue<br>When the stranger came to town, <br>Riding a painted wagon, pulled<br>By horses, black and brown, <br>He carried a wand of hickory, <br>Was clad in a purple cloak, <br>'The Master of Elementals'<br>Said the sign - 'of the Gypsy Folk.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people gathered to hear him speak<br>When he stopped in the village square, <br>'I hold the secrets of wind and rain, <br>Of summer clouds up there.<br>The gentle rain for your barley crop, <br>The breeze that flutters the leaves, <br>Or the menace of darkening thunderheads<br>As the lightning strikes at your eaves.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people laughed: 'He's a crazy loon, '<br>They said: 'We think you're a clown! '<br>They rocked his wagon and jeered at him<br>But the stranger stood his ground.<br>'You jeer at eternal mysteries, <br>And you fail to understand, <br>But I have the power to raze your crops<br>With a twitch of my willow wand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They turned his wagon upside-down<br>And laughed, and danced and sang, <br>'There's not been much to cheer us here<br>Since we ducked old Widow Strang.<br>Her spells could never save her<br>And your wand can do its worst, <br>So show us your 'Elementals'...'<br>Then he said - 'Your town is cursed! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He raised the willow wand on high<br>And muttered seven words<br>That didn't make much sense to them, <br>(In a tongue they'd never heard) .<br>The rain fell out of a cloudless sky<br>Like a fine and gentle mist, <br>A gentle, soaking, water spray, <br>Then he said - 'Shall I persist? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There'd been a drought, the people laughed, <br>And danced about in glee, <br>'We need the rain, you're a sad buffoon<br>With your vain idolatry.<br>So do your worst with your willow wand<br>Our crops will prosper now...'<br>'Your crops will nourish the barren ground, '<br>He said, 'I'll show you how! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wind arose in the barley fields, <br>The rain came pouring down, <br>The corn, it swayed in the gusts, the trees<br>Were bent toward the ground, <br>The sky was blackened with thunderheads, <br>The rain, it turned to hail, <br>The crowd began to scatter, and fled<br>As the women began to wail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thunderheads were dark and dense, <br>They turned the light to gloom, <br>The hailstones rattled on every roof<br>In the dark of the afternoon, <br>Then lightning flashed, lit up the sky<br>As the stranger paced the town, <br>His scowl so unforgiving and grim as<br>The lightning struck the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wedding party had sheltered in<br>The chancel of the church, <br>They dared not hold the service since<br>The thunder cloud had burst.<br>The noise drowned out the vicar's voice, <br>The organ pipes had wailed, <br>Playing the devil's music to<br>The rattling of the hail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stranger strode on up the aisle, <br>The people stared him down, <br>He waved his wand, the floor had split<br>As an earthquake shook the ground, <br>'How much to stop this craziness? '<br>A man stood up and said, <br>'You've made your point, take what you want! '<br>The stranger shook his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not all of your gold will buy me off, <br>You jeered and laughed at me, <br>Your town will sink in the primal mud<br>And be lost in antiquity, <br>But there is one thing I'd take right now<br>To save my wounded pride, <br>I would take just one of your number here...'<br>Then he pointed to the bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride had cowered behind the groom<br>As lightning hit the spire, <br>The roofing lead came crashing down<br>On the altar, and the choir, <br>A floodtide surged in the open door<br>And the wedding party cried: <br>'For God's sake, give him the woman then, <br>Give him the blushing bride! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The groom was pushed aside and held, <br>The bride passed hand to hand, <br>'It's better we let you take her<br>If it will save our troubled land! '<br>'I'll only be taking her maidenhead, <br>Then you can have her back, <br>And live with the scorn and shame of her<br>Dishonoured, like you, in fact! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took the bride through the chancel door<br>And they disappeared in the rain, <br>Somebody said they heard her scream<br>And the bridegroom reeled in pain, <br>He swore revenge on the lot of them, <br>Ran cursing out of the church, <br>To look for his bride, defiled, he said, <br>He began his demented search.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was morning dew, and the sky was blue<br>When she marched back into town, <br>Her dress was ragged and torn by then, <br>Blood-stained, and she wore a frown.<br>She carried a long white willow wand<br>As she marched to the village square, <br>And screamed; 'You'd better come out and pray! '<br>There was no forgiveness there! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The townsfolk hid in their flooded homes<br>As she wandered every lane, <br>There was never a sight of the stranger there<br>In the torrents of hail and rain, <br>She waved for the thunderheads to come<br>And she brought the lightning down, <br>But the groom was locked in a crazy room<br>In a distant part of town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the ruined bride still walks the streets<br>In a torn and faded dress, <br>More like the rags of the hand-me-downs<br>Than a hint of future bliss, <br>The crops have drowned in the sodden fields<br>And the houses filled with mud, <br>As she screams like an elemental witch<br>For the loss of her virgin blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">18 April 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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When the stranger came to town, 
Riding a painted wagon, pulled
By horses, black and brown, 
He carried a wand of hickory, 
Was clad in a purple cloak, 
'The Master of Elementals'
Said the sign - 'of the..."></div>
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