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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409243" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Proud Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Stiivoren town was in its prime<br>And queened the Zuyder Zee,<br>Its ships went out to every clime<br>With costly merchantry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lady dwelt in that rich town,<br>The fairest in all the land;<br>She walked abroad in a velvet gown,<br>With many rings on her hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her hair was bright as the beaten gold,<br>Her lips as coral red,<br>Her roving eyes were blue and bold,<br>And her heart with pride was fed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she was proud of her father's ships,<br>As she watched them gayly pass;<br>And pride looked out of her eyes and lips<br>When she saw herself in the glass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Now come,&quot; she said to the captains ten,<br>Who were ready to put to sea,<br>&quot;Ye are all my men and my father's men,<br>And what will ye do for me?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go north and south, go east and west,<br>And get me gifts,&quot; she said.<br>&quot;And he who bringeth me home the best,<br>With that man will I wed.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they all fared forth, and sought with care<br>In many a famous mart,<br>For satins and silks and jewels rare,<br>To win that lady's heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked at them all with never a thought,<br>And careless put them by;<br>&quot;I am not fain of the things ye brought,<br>Enough of these have I.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last that came was the head of the fleet,<br>His name was Jan Borel;<br>He bent his knee at the lady's feet,--<br>In truth he loved her well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I've brought thee home the best i' the world,<br>A shipful of Danzig corn!&quot;<br>She stared at him long; her red lips curled,<br>Her blue eyes filled with scorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Now out on thee, thou feckless kerl,<br>A loon thou art,&quot; she said.<br>&quot;Am I a starving beggar girl?<br>Shall I ever lack for bread?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go empty all thy sacks of grain<br>Into the nearest sea,<br>And never show thy face again<br>To make a mock of me.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Jan Borel, he hoisted sail,<br>And out to sea he bore;<br>He passed the Helder in a gale<br>And came again no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the grains of corn went drifting down<br>Like devil-scattered seed,<br>To sow the harbor of the town<br>With a wicked growth of weed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The roots were thick and the silt and sand<br>Were gathered day by day,<br>Till not a furlong out from land<br>A shoal had barred the way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Stavoren town saw evil years,<br>No ships could out or in,<br>The boats lay rotting at the piers,<br>And the mouldy grain in the bin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grass-grown streets were all forlorn,<br>The town in ruin stood,<br>The lady's velvet gown was torn,<br>Her rings were sold for food. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her father had perished long ago,<br>But the lady held her pride,<br>She walked with a scornful step and slow,<br>Till at last in her rags she died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still on the crumbling piers of the town,<br>When the midnight moon shines free,<br>woman walks in a velvet gown<br>And scatters corn in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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And queened the Zuyder Zee,
Its ships went out to every clime
With costly merchantry. 

A lady dwelt in that rich town,
The fairest in all the land;
She walked abroad in a velvet gown,
With many rings on her ha..."></div>
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