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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was picking raspberries, my head was in the canes,<br>And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him for his pains.<br>Says he, 'You take it easy! That ain't the way to do!<br>I love you hot as fire, my girl, and you know you know it too.<br>So won't you name the day?'<br>But I said, 'That I will not.'<br>And I pushed him away,<br>Out among the raspberries all on a summer day.<br>And I says, 'You ask in winter, if your love's so hot,<br>For it's summer now, and sunny, and my hands is full,' says I,<br>'With the fair by and by,<br>And the village dance and all;<br>And the turkey poults is small,<br>And so's the ducks and chicks,<br>And the hay not yet in ricks,<br>And the flower-show'll be presently and hop-picking's to come,<br>And the fruiting and the harvest home,<br>And my new white gown to make, and the jam all to be done.<br>Can't you leave a girl alone?<br>Your love's too hot for me!<br>Can't you leave a girl be<br>Till the evenings do draw in,<br>Till the leaves be getting thin,<br>Till the fires be lighted early, and the curtains drawed for tea?<br>That's the time to do your courting, if you come a-courting me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he took it as I said it, an' not as it was meant.<br>And he went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hay was stacked, the fruit was picked, the hops were dry and<br>brown,<br>And everything was garnered, and the year turned upside down,<br>And the winter it come on, and the fires were early lit,<br>And he'd never come anigh again, and all my life was sick.<br>And I was cold alone, with nought to do but sit<br>With my hands in my black lap, and hear the clock tick.<br>For father, he lay dead<br>With the candles at his head,<br>And his coffin was that black I could see it through the wall;<br>And I'd sent them all away,<br>Though they'd offered for to stay.<br>I wanted to be cold alone, and learn to bear it all.<br>Then I heard him. I'd a-known it for his footstep just as plain<br>If he'd brought his regiment with him up the rutty frozen lane.<br>And I hadn't drawed the curtains, and I see him through the pane;<br>And I jumped up in my blacks and I threw the door back wide.<br>Says I, 'You come inside;<br>For it's cold outside for you,<br>And it's cold here too;<br>And I haven't no more pride -<br>It's too cold for that,' I cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I saw in his face<br>The fear of death, and desire.<br>And oh, I took and kissed him again and again,<br>And I clipped him close and all,<br>In the winter, in the dusk, in the quiet house-place,<br>With the coffin lying black and full the other side the wall;<br>And 'YOU warm my heart,' I told him, 'if there's any fire in men!'<br>And he got his two arms round me, and I felt the fire then.<br>And I warmed my heart at the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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And he came behind and kissed me, and I smacked him for his pains.
Says he, 'You take it easy! That ain't the way to do!
I love you hot as fire, my girl, and you know you know it too.
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