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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rejected</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She says she’s very sorry, as she sees you to the gate;<br>You calmly say ‘Good-bye’ to her while standing off a yard,<br>Then you lift your hat and leave her, walking mighty stiff and straight—<br>But you’re hit, old man—hit hard. <br>In your brain the words are burning of the answer that she gave,<br>As you turn the nearest corner and you stagger just a bit;<br>But you pull yourself together, for a man’s strong heart is brave<br>When it’s hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You might try to drown the sorrow, but the drink has no effect;<br>You cannot stand the barmaid with her coarse and vulgar wit;<br>And so you seek the street again, and start for home direct,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see the face of her you lost, the pity in her smile—<br>Ah! she is to the barmaid as is snow to chimney grit;<br>You’re a better man and nobler in your sorrow, for a while,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, arriving at your lodgings, with a face of deepest gloom,<br>You shun the other boarders and your manly brow you knit;<br>You take a light and go upstairs directly to your room—<br>But the whole house knows you’re hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You clutch the scarf and collar, and you tear them from your throat,<br>You rip your waistcoat open like a fellow in a fit;<br>And you fling them in a corner with the made-to-order coat,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You throw yourself, despairing, on your narrow little bed,<br>Or pace the room till someone starts with ‘Skit! cat!—skit!’<br>And then lie blindly staring at the plaster overhead—<br>You are hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s doubtful whether vanity or love has suffered worst,<br>So neatly in our nature are those feelings interknit,<br>Your heart keeps swelling up so bad, you wish that it would burst,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You think and think, and think, and think, till you go mad almost;<br>Across your sight the spectres of the bygone seem to flit;<br>The very girl herself seems dead, and comes back as a ghost,<br>When you’re hit, like this—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know that it’s all over—you’re an older man by years,<br>In the future not a twinkle, in your black sky not a split.<br>Ah! you’ll think it well that women have the privilege of tears,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You long and hope for nothing but the rest that sleep can bring,<br>And you find that in the morning things have brightened up a bit;<br>But you’re dull for many evenings, with a cracked heart in a sling,<br>When you’re hit, old man—hard hit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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You calmly say ‘Good-bye’ to her while standing off a yard,
Then you lift your hat and leave her, walking mighty stiff and straight—
But you’re hit, old man—hit hard. 
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