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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend Of A Pass Christian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Live-oak grows by the shallow sea.<br>Rest under its boughs, I pray, <br>And hear of the pirate—bold was he— <br>And the lady he stole away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was a black-browed buccaneer,<br>And she like a snow-drop white.<br>From a scuttled ship he bore her clear<br>As it sunk in the haggard night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with bell and book he wedded her.<br>And shaped her to his will. <br>Yet though her body could not stir <br>Her soul escaped him still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though we be wed and vows be said, <br>Though beaten sore I be, <br>I'm naught of thine, thou'rt naught of mine, <br>God loose these bonds from me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On through long days and nights of woe<br>The black ship held its way. <br>It faced the iceberg topped with snow, <br>It scoured the tropic bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through nights and days of wrath and dread<br>The ship sped darkly on. <br>Behind it like a trail of red<br>Its path glared to the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fiercer rose the skipper's pride,<br>And black his anger grew, <br>That he who man and God defied <br>One soul could not subdue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, many a pain and many a stain <br>We women bear for men; <br>Yet blest is she whose soul is free<br>Even in the dragon’s den.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he knew nor time nor fate<br>Could bring him his desire, <br>He held dark converse with his hate <br>To find a vengeance dire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many an oath to hell he cast<br>While, in the devil's name, <br>He bound his lady to the mast<br>And set the ship aflame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long hast thou hated me, he cried,<br>Now laugh aloud in glee! <br>Though thou shouldst call me o'er the tide,<br>I come not back to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea is deep, and I shall sleep<br>Softly beneath the wave. <br>Faith, thou canst kill; now do thy will, <br>And bless me with a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swiftly the royal sun dropped down<br>Deep in his purple bed. <br>And swiftly, at the skipper's frown, <br>His oarsmen shoreward sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sudden night fell soft and dark<br>On lonely sea and shore <br>Before back at the fated bark<br>Its captain gazed once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not if the thing he hailed<br>From hell or heaven came— <br>A livid ship that sailless sailed,<br>Lit up by song and flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far out to sea I flee, I flee—<br>Oh, heaven is far away! <br>My days are done under the sun— <br>Why must I longer stay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Row fast; row fast; yet shall he hear<br>Naught but that wailing now. <br>Yet shall he see, through nights of fear,<br>That figure at the prow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long years, under this live-oak tree,<br>Naught else he saw and heard.<br>At last once more he put to sea,<br>By a strange passion stirred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The loud storm roared and flashed that night<br>And never night nor day <br>Saw the old pirate's shallop white <br>Drift back across the bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now we, who wait one night a year <br>Under these branches long, <br>May see a flaming ship, and hear <br>The echo of a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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Rest under its boughs, I pray, 
And hear of the pirate—bold was he— 
And the lady he stole away.

He was a black-browed buccaneer,
And she like a snow-drop white.
From a scuttled ship he bore her clear
As i..."></div>
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