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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King and the Siren</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The harsh King--Winter--sat upon the hills, <br>And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. <br>He locked the rivers, lakes, and all the rills-- <br>&quot;I am no puny, maudlin king,&quot; quoth he, <br>&quot;But a stern monarch, born to rule, and reign; <br>And I'll show my power to the end. <br>The summer's flowery retinue I've slain, <br>And taken the bold, free North Wind for my friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Spring, Summer, Autumn--feeble queens they were, <br>With their vast troops of flowers, birds and bees, <br>Soft winds, that made the long green grasses stir-- <br>They lost their own identity in things like these! <br>I scorn them all! nay, I defy them all! <br>And none can wrest the sceptre from my hand. <br>The trusty North Wind answers to my call, <br>And breathes this icy breath upon the land.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Siren--South Wind--listening the while, <br>Now floated airily across the lea. <br>&quot;Oh King!&quot; she cried, with tender tone and smile, <br>&quot;I come to do all homage unto thee. <br>In all the sunny region, whence I came, <br>I find none like thee, King, so brave and grand! <br>Thine is a well deserved, unrivaled fame; <br>I kiss, in awe, dear King, thy cold white hand.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her words were pleasing, and most fair her face. <br>He listened wrapt, to her soft-whispered praise. <br>She nestled nearer, in her Siren grace. <br>&quot;Dear King,&quot; she said, &quot;henceforth my voice shall raise <br>But songs of thy unrivaled splendor! Lo! <br>How white thy brow is! How thy garments shine! <br>I tremble 'neath thy beaming glance, for Oh, <br>Thy wondrous beauty mak'st thee seem divine.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain King listened, in a trance of bliss, <br>To this most sweet-voiced Siren from the South, <br>She nestled close, and pressed a lingering kiss <br>Upon the stern white pallor of his mouth. <br>She hung upon his breast, she pressed his cheek, <br>And he was nothing loth to hold her there, <br>While she such tender, loving words did speak, <br>And combed his white locks with her fingers fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so she bound him, in her Siren wiles, <br>And stole his strength, with every kiss she gave, <br>And stabbed him through and through with tender smiles, <br>And with her tender words she dug his grave; <br>And then she left him, old, and weak, and blind, <br>And unlocked all the rivers, lakes, and rills, <br>While the queen Spring, with her whole troop behind, <br>Of flowers, and birds, and bees, came o'er the hills.</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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And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. 
He locked the rivers, lakes, and all the rills-- 
&quot;I am no puny, maudlin king,&quot; quoth he, 
&quot;But a stern monarch, born to rule, and reign; 
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