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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381420" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Return of Morgan and Fingal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there we were together again— <br>Together again, we three: <br>Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, <br>They had come for the night with me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spirit of joy was in Morgan’s wrist,<br>There were songs in Fingal’s throat; <br>And secure outside, for the spray to drench, <br>Was a tossed and empty boat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there were the pipes, and there was the punch, <br>And somewhere were twelve years;<br>So it came, in the manner of things unsought, <br>That a quick knock vexed our ears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night wind hovered and shrieked and snarled, <br>And I heard Fingal swear; <br>Then I opened the door—but I found no more<br>Than a chalk-skinned woman there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked, and at last, “What is it?” I said— <br>“What is it that we can do?” <br>But never a word could I get from her <br>But “You—you three—it is you!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the sense of a crazy speech like that <br>Was more than a man could make; <br>So I said, “But we—we are what, we three?” <br>And I saw the creature shake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Be quick!” she cried, “for I left her dead—<br>And I was afraid to come; <br>But you, you three—God made it be— <br>Will ferry the dead girl home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Be quick! be quick!—but listen to that <br>Who is that makes it?—hark!”<br>But I heard no more than a knocking splash <br>And a wind that shook the dark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“It is only the wind that blows,” I said, <br>“And the boat that rocks outside.” <br>And I watched her there, and I pitied her there—<br>“Be quick! be quick!” she cried. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She cried so loud that her voice went in <br>To find where my two friends were; <br>So Morgan came, and Fingal came, <br>And out we went with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’T was a lonely way for a man to take <br>And a fearsome way for three; <br>And over the water, and all day long, <br>They had come for the night with me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the girl was dead, as the woman had said,<br>And the best we could see to do <br>Was to lay her aboard. The north wind roared, <br>And into the night we flew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four of us living and one for a ghost, <br>Furrowing crest and swell,<br>Through the surge and the dark, for that faint far spark, <br>We ploughed with Azrael. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three of us ruffled and one gone mad, <br>Crashing to south we went; <br>And three of us there were too spattered to care<br>What this late sailing meant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So down we steered and along we tore <br>Through the flash of the midnight foam: <br>Silent enough to be ghosts on guard. <br>We ferried the dead girl home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We ferried her down to the voiceless wharf, <br>And we carried her up to the light; <br>And we left the two to the father there, <br>Who counted the coals that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then back we steered through the foam again,<br>But our thoughts were fast and few; <br>And all we did was to crowd the surge <br>And to measure the life we knew;— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till at last we came where a dancing gleam <br>Skipped out to us, we three,—<br>And the dark wet mooring pointed home <br>Like a finger from the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out we pushed the teetering skiff <br>And in we drew to the stairs; <br>And up we went, each man content<br>With a life that fed no cares. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fingers were cold and feet were cold, <br>And the tide was cold and rough; <br>But the light was warm, and the room was warm, <br>And the world was good enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there were the pipes, and there was the punch, <br>More shrewd than Satan’s tears: <br>Fingal had fashioned it, all by himself, <br>With a craft that comes of years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there we were together again—<br>Together again, we three: <br>Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, <br>They were there for the night with me.</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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Together again, we three: 
Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, 
They had come for the night with me. 

The spirit of joy was in Morgan’s wrist,
There were songs in Fingal’s throat; 
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