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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stafford's Cabin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once there was a cabin here, and once there was a man; <br>And something happened here before my memory began. <br>Time has made the two of them the fuel of one flame <br>And all we have of them is now a legend and a name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All I have to say is what an old man said to me,<br>And that would seem to be as much as there will ever be. <br>“Fifty years ago it was we found it where it sat.”— <br>And forty years ago it was old Archibald said that. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“An apple tree that’s yet alive saw something, I suppose, <br>Of what it was that happened there, and what no mortal knows.<br>Some one on the mountain heard far off a master shriek, <br>And then there was a light that showed the way for men to seek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“We found it in the morning with an iron bar behind, <br>And there were chains around it; but no search could ever find, <br>Either in the ashes that were left, or anywhere,<br>A sign to tell of who or what had been with Stafford there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Stafford was a likely man with ideas of his own— <br>Though I could never like the kind that likes to live alone; <br>And when you met, you found his eyes were always on your shoes, <br>As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“That’s all, my son. Were I to talk for half a hundred years <br>I’d never clear away from there the cloud that never clears. <br>We buried what was left of it,—the bar, too, and the chains; <br>And only for the apple tree there’s nothing that remains.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty years ago it was I heard the old man say,<br>“That’s all, my son.”—And here again I find the place to-day, <br>Deserted and told only by the tree that knows the most, <br>And overgrown with golden-rod as if there were no ghost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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And something happened here before my memory began. 
Time has made the two of them the fuel of one flame 
And all we have of them is now a legend and a name. 

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