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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Earth And The Wedded Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shepherd, with his eye on hazy South,<br>Has told of rain upon the fall of day.<br>But promise is there none for Susan's drouth,<br>That he will come, who keeps in dry delay.<br>The freshest of the village three years gone,<br>She hangs as the white field-rose hangs short-lived;<br>And she and Earth are one<br>In withering unrevived.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>And welcome waterspouts, had we sweet rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what is Marriage, says each pouting maid,<br>When she who wedded with the soldier hides<br>At home as good as widowed in the shade,<br>A lighthouse to the girls that would be brides:<br>Nor dares to give a lad an ogle, nor<br>To dream of dancing, but must hang and moan,<br>Her husband in the war,<br>And she to lie alone.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>And welcome waterspouts, had we sweet rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have not known; they are not in the stream;<br>Light as the flying seed-ball is their play,<br>The silly maids! and happy souls they seem;<br>Yet Grief would not change fates with such as they.<br>They have not struck the roots which meet the fires<br>Beneath, and bind us fast with Earth, to know<br>The strength of her desires,<br>The sternness of her woe.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>And welcome waterspouts, had we sweet rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, shepherd, see thy word, where without shower<br>A borderless low blotting Westward spreads.<br>The hall-clock holds the valley on the hour;<br>Across an inner chamber thunder treads:<br>The dead leaf trips, the tree-top swings, the floor<br>Of dust whirls, dropping lumped: near thunder speaks,<br>And drives the dames to door,<br>Their kerchiefs flapped at cheeks.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>And welcome waterspouts of blessed rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through night, with bedroom window wide for air,<br>Lay Susan tranced to hear all heaven descend:<br>And gurgling voices came of Earth, and rare,<br>Past flowerful, breathings, deeper than life's end,<br>From her heaved breast of sacred common mould;<br>Whereby this lone-laid wife was moved to feel<br>Unworded things and old<br>To her pained heart appeal.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>And down in deluges of blessed rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At morn she stood to live for ear and sight,<br>Love sky or cloud, or rose or grasses drenched.<br>A lureful devil, that in glow-worm light<br>Set languor writhing all its folds, she quenched.<br>But she would muse when neighbours praised her face,<br>Her services, and staunchness to her mate:<br>Knowing by some dim trace,<br>The change might bear a date.<br>Rain! O the glad refresher of the grain!<br>Thrice beauteous is our sunshine after rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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The shepherd, with his eye on hazy South,
Has told of rain upon the fall of day.
But promise is there none for Susan's drouth,
That he will come, who keeps in dry delay.
The freshest of the village three years gone,
She hangs as the white field..."></div>
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