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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thy Will Be Done!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I always thought that Jean La Mare was strange, <br>Gave me the creeps, <br>With lank, uncared for russet hair<br>And eyes with depths and deeps, <br>She hung her head when walking by<br>Wore dresses to her shins, <br>She had no friends at school, at lunch<br>Sat by the rubbish bins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her father was the picture of a <br>Martinet of old, <br>Bolt upright, at attention he<br>Would rant at her, and scold.<br>An Army Colonel, long retired<br>His wife dead in the ground, <br>His thoughts for bringing daughters up<br>Were ancient, and profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dared not answer back, nor baulk<br>At anything he said, <br>He kept her close, so close we thought<br>That she slept in his bed.<br>We never saw her out of school<br>She cooked and cleaned and swept, <br>When asked if she'd be at the Ball, <br>She turned away, and wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time passed, and we had left the school, <br>Got on with living life, <br>I met someone, and pretty soon<br>Had caught myself a wife, <br>But my old friend from schooldays<br>Richard Carson, lived alone, <br>He said he'd not met anyone<br>Who thrilled him to the bone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd all turned just on thirty when<br>He dropped the big surprise, <br>He said that he'd asked Jean La Mare! <br>I answered, 'Is that wise? '<br>It seems the Martinet had died, <br>Was safely in his box, <br>So Jean was free, and so was he<br>To tie the wedding knots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her at the wedding there, <br>The first time then for years, <br>I saw her laugh for once, she laughed<br>So much, it came to tears.<br>They seemed so happy in that church, <br>Her burden dead and gone, <br>But Richard told me later of<br>Her curse - 'Thy Will Be Done! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For every evening of her life<br>She'd get down on her knees, <br>Before a varnished wooden box<br>And pray that she had pleased! <br>The box stood on the mantelpiece<br>And Richard dared not ask<br>Just what was in that box; he thought<br>It was her father's ash! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd pray and ask for guidance, then<br>She'd listen in the gloom, <br>He never heard a murmur but, she did, <br>Before that tomb! <br>She'd answer statements no-one made, <br>Would wail, then plead, implore, <br>While Richard stayed away and hid, <br>Stood listening by the door! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He asked her what her father said<br>When he'd approached him once, <br>The old man turned and marched away, <br>He'd felt quite like a dunce! <br>He'd asked if he could take her out, <br>The Colonel stood and glared: <br>'If you should even speak to her, young man, <br>I'll see you dead! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Jean had blushed and looked away, <br>And wouldn't answer then, <br>She muttered: 'He just didn't want me<br>Mixing with young men! '<br>But then she started acting strange, <br>Would slyly look away, <br>Whenever he came in the room<br>As she was going to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came to see me, looking ill, <br>He said he was unwell, <br>That Jean was getting stranger by the day<br>His life was hell! <br>She'd served him up a meal that made<br>Him sick, perspire and weak, <br>I told him he should get away...<br>He found it hard to speak! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't want to interfere<br>But things were looking grim, <br>I went around to see them, well, not her, <br>I cared for him.<br>She flashed a look of hate at me, <br>Unbridled, undisguised, <br>She looked like some fanatic with<br>Grey analytic eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left us then to talk, and I<br>Saw on the mantelpiece, <br>The box that he'd described to me, <br>I said, 'Just call the Police! '<br>I'd flipped the clasp, the front swung down<br>It opened up to dread, <br>For staring at us both, we saw<br>His eyeless, staring head! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Jean came back, let out a scream, <br>Attacked me with a knife, <br>I caught her wrist, said: 'Richard, <br>Just restrain your crazy wife! '<br>She fell down on her knees and cried: <br>'I tried to be a son! '<br>Then listened, as if hearing it, <br>Then said, 'Thy will be done! '</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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Gave me the creeps, 
With lank, uncared for russet hair
And eyes with depths and deeps, 
She hung her head when walking by
Wore dresses to her shins, 
She had no friends at school, at lunch
Sat by t..."></div>
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