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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Quadroon Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Slaver in the broad lagoon<br>Lay moored with idle sail;<br>He waited for the rising moon,<br>And for the evening gale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the shore his boat was tied,<br>And all her listless crew<br>Watched the gray alligator slide<br>Into the still bayou. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odors of orange-flowers, and spice,<br>Reached them from time to time,<br>Like airs that breathe from Paradise<br>Upon a world of crime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Planter, under his roof of thatch,<br>Smoked thoughtfully and slow;<br>The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,<br>He seemed in haste to go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, 'My ship at anchor rides<br>In yonder broad lagoon;<br>I only wait the evening tides,<br>And the rising of the moon.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before them, with her face upraised,<br>In timid attitude,<br>Like one half curious, half amazed,<br>A Quadroon maiden stood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes were large, and full of light,<br>Her arms and neck were bare;<br>No garment she wore save a kirtle bright,<br>And her own long, raven hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on her lips there played a smile<br>As holy, meek, and faint,<br>As lights in some cathedral aisle<br>The features of a saint. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The soil is barren,--the farm is old,'<br>The thoughtful planter said;<br>Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,<br>And then upon the maid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His heart within him was at strife<br>With such accurséd gains:<br>For he knew whose passions gave her life,<br>Whose blood ran in her veins. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the voice of nature was too weak;<br>He took the glittering gold!<br>Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek,<br>Her hands as icy cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Slaver led her from the door,<br>He led her by the hand,<br>To be his slave and paramour<br>In a strange and distant land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
And for the evening gale. 

Under the shore his boat was tied,
And all her listless crew
Watched the gray alligator slide
Into the still bayou. 

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