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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meg's Curse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun rode high in a cloudless sky<br>Of a perfect summer morn.<br>She stood and gazed out into the street,<br>And wondered why she was born.<br>On the topmost branch of a maple-tree<br>That close by the window grew,<br>A robin called to his mate enthralled:<br>'I love but you, but you, but you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A soft look came in her hardened face-<br>She had not wept for years;<br>But the robin's trill, as some sounds will,<br>Jarred open the door of tears.<br>She thought of the old home far away;<br>She heard the whir-r-r of the mill;<br>She heard the turtle's wild, sweet call,<br>And the wail of the whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She saw again that dusty road<br>Whence he came riding down;<br>She smelled once more the flower she wore<br>In the breast of her simple gown.<br>Out on the new-mown meadow she heard<br>Two blue-jays quarrel and fret,<br>And the warning cry of a Phoebe bird:<br>'More wet, more wet, more wet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With a blithe 'hello' to the men below<br>Who were spreading the new-mown hay,<br>The rider drew rein at her window-pane-<br>How it all came back to-day!<br>How young she was, and how fair she was;<br>What innocence crowned her brow!<br>The future seemed fair, for Love was there-<br>And now-and now-and now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In a dingy glass on the wall near by<br>She gazed on her faded face.<br>'Well, Meg, I declare, what a beauty you are?'<br>She sneered, 'What an angel of grace!<br>Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!<br>What a thing of beauty and grace!'<br>She reached out her arms with a moaning sob:<br>'Oh, if I could go back!'<br>Then, swift and strange, came a sudden change;<br>Her brow grew hard and black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'A curse on the day and a curse on that man,<br>And on all who are his,' she cried.<br>'May he starve and be cold, may he live to be old<br>When all who loved him have died.'<br>Her wild voice frightened the robin away<br>From the branch by the window-sill;<br>And little he knew as away he flew,<br>Of the memories stirred by his trill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He called to his mate on the grass below,<br>'Follow me,' as he soared on high;<br>And as mates have done since the world begun<br>She followed, and asked not why.<br>The dingy room seemed curtained with gloom;<br>Meg shivered with nameless dread.<br>The ghost of her youth and her murdered truth<br>Seemed risen up from the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She hurried out into the noisy street,<br>For the silence made her afraid;<br>To flee from thought was all she sought,<br>She cared not whither she strayed.<br>Still on she pressed in her wild unrest<br>Up avenues skirting the park,<br>Where fashion's throng moved gayly along<br>In Vanity Fair-when hark!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A clatter of hoofs down the stony street,<br>The snort of a frightened horse<br>That was running wild, and a laughing child<br>At play in its very course.<br>With one swift glance Meg saw it all.<br>'His child-my God! his child!'<br>She cried aloud, as she rushed through the crowd<br>Like one grown suddenly wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There, almost under the iron feet,<br>Hemmed in by a passing cart,<br>Stood the baby boy-the pride and joy<br>Of the man who had broken her heart.<br>Past swooning women and shouting men<br>She fled like a flash of light;<br>With her slender arm she gathered from harm<br>The form of the laughing sprite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The death-shod feet of the mad horse beat<br>Her down on the pavings gray;<br>But the baby laughed out with a merry shout,<br>And thought it splendid play.<br>He pulled her gown and called to her: 'Say,<br>Dit up and do dat some more,<br>Das jus'ze way my papa play<br>Wiz me on ze nursery floor.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When the frightened father reached the scene,<br>His boy looked up and smiled<br>From the stiffening fold of the arm, death-cold,<br>Of Meg, who had died for his child.<br>Oh! idle words are a woman's curse<br>Who loves a woman can;<br>For put to the test, she will bare her breast<br>And die for the sake of the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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