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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One Among So Many</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . In a dark street she met and spoke to me,<br>Importuning, one wet and mild March night.<br>We walked and talked together. O her tale<br>Was very common; thousands know it all!<br>'Seduced'; a gentleman; a baby coming;<br>Parents that railed; London; the child born dead;<br>A seamstress then, one of some fifty girls<br>'Taken on' a few months at a dressmaker's<br>In the crush of the 'season' at ten shillings a week!<br>The fashionable people's dresses done,<br>And they flown off, these fifty extra girls<br>Sent — to the streets: that is, to work that gives<br>Scarcely enough to buy the decent clothes<br>Respectable employers all demand<br>Or speak dismissal. Well, well, well, we know!<br>And she — 'Why, I have gone on down and down,<br>And there's the gutter, look, that I shall die in!'<br>'My dear,' I say, 'where hope of all but that<br>Is gone, 'tis time, I think, life were gone too.'<br>She looks at me. 'That I should kill myself?'<br>'That you should kill yourself.' — 'That would be sin,<br>And God would punish me!' — 'And will not God<br>Punish for this?' She pauses; then whispers:<br>'No, no, He will forgive me, for He knows!'<br>I laughed aloud: 'And you,' she said, 'and you,<br>Who are so good, so noble' . . . 'Noble? Good?'<br>I laughed aloud, the great sob in my throat.<br>O my poor Darling, O my little lost Sheep<br>Of this vast flock that perishes alone<br>Out in the pitiless desert! — Yet she'd speak:<br>She'd ask me: she'd entreat: she'd demonstrate.<br>O I must not say that! I must believe!<br>Who made the sea, the leaves so green, the sky<br>So big and blue and pure above it all?<br>O my poor Darling, O my little lost Sheep,<br>Entreat no more and demonstrate no more;<br>For I believe there is a God, a God<br>Not in the heaven, the earth, or the waters; no,<br>But in the heart of Man, on the dear lips<br>Of angel Women, of heroic Men!<br>O hopeless Wanderer that would not stay,<br>('It is too late, I cannot rise again!')<br>O Saint of faith in love behind the veils,<br>('You must believe in God, for you are good!')<br>O Sister who made holy with your kiss,<br>Your kiss in that wet dark mild night of March,<br>There in the hideous infamous London streets,<br>My cheek, and made my soul a sacred place,<br>my poor Darling, O my little lost Sheep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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Importuning, one wet and mild March night.
We walked and talked together. O her tale
Was very common; thousands know it all!
'Seduced'; a gentleman; a baby coming;
Parents that railed; London; the ch..."></div>
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