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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woak Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden<br>Green-ruddy in hedges,<br>Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,<br>A-dried at Woak Hill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I packed up my goods, all a-sheenen<br>Wi' long years o' handlen,<br>On dousty red wheels ov a waggon,<br>To ride at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellen<br>I then wer a-leaven,<br>Had sheltered the sleek head o' Meary,<br>My bride at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall<br>'S a-lost vrom the vlooren.<br>To soon vor my jay an' my childern<br>She died at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still I do think that, in soul,<br>She do hover about us;<br>To ho vor her motherless childern,<br>Her pride at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoo—lest she should tell me hereafter<br>I stole off 'ithout her,<br>An' left her, uncalled at house-ridden,<br>To bide at Woak Hill— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called her so fondly, wi' lippens<br>All soundless to others,<br>An' took her wi' air-reachen hand<br>To my zide at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the road I did look round, a-talken<br>To light at my shoulder,<br>An' then led her in at the doorway,<br>Miles wide vrom Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season,<br>My mind wer a-wandren<br>Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely<br>A-tried at Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no; that my Meary mid never<br>Behold herzelf slighted,<br>I wanted to think that I guided<br>My guide vrom Woak Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ingeborg+Bachmann">Ingeborg Bachmann</a><div class=q>
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Green-ruddy in hedges,
Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,
A-dried at Woak Hill;

I packed up my goods, all a-sheenen
Wi' long years o' handlen,
On dousty red wheels ov a waggon,
To ride at Woak Hill.

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