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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bouche-Mignonne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill,<br>Past the vineyards shady,<br>Where the sun shone on a rill<br>Jewelled like a lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud the stream with lily-bud,<br>Gay with glancing swallow;<br>Swift its trillion-footed flood<br>Winding ways to follow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coy and still when flying wheel<br>Rested from its labour;<br>Singing when it ground the meal,<br>Gay as lute or tabor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bouche-Mignonne,' it called, when red<br>In the dawn were glowing<br>Eaves and mill-wheel, 'leave thy bed;<br>Hark to me a-flowing!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bouche-Mignonne awoke, and quick<br>Glossy tresses braided.<br>Curious sunbeams clustered thick;<br>Vines her casement shaded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep with leaves and blossoms white<br>Of the morning-glory,<br>Shaking all their banners bright<br>From the mill-eaves hoary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swallows turned their glossy throats,<br>Timorous, uncertain,<br>When, to hear their matin notes,<br>Peeped she thro' her curtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shook the mill-stream sweet and clear<br>With its silvery laughter;<br>Shook the mill, from flooring sere<br>Up to oaken rafter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bouche-Mignonne!' it cried, 'come down;<br>Other flowers are stirring:<br>Pierre, with fingers strong and brown,<br>Sets the wheel a-birring.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bouche-Mignonne her distaff plies<br>Where the willows shiver;<br>Round the mossy mill-wheel flies;<br>Dragon-flies, a-quiver,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash athwart the lily-beds,<br>Pierce the dry reeds' thicket;<br>Where the yellow sunlight treads,<br>Chants the friendly cricket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Butterflies about her skim-<br>Pouf! their simple fancies<br>In the willow shadows dim<br>Take her eyes for pansies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Buzzing comes a velvet bee;<br>Sagely it supposes<br>Those red lips beneath the tree<br>Are two crimson roses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laughs the mill-stream wise and bright-<br>It is not so simple;<br>Knew it, since she first saw light,<br>Every blush and dimple.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bouche-Mignonne!' it laughing cries,<br>'Pierre as bee is silly;<br>Thinks two morning stars thine eyes,<br>And thy neck a lily.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bouche-Mignonne, when shadows crept<br>From the vine-dark hollows,<br>When the mossy mill-wheel slept,<br>Curved the airy swallows,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the lilies closed white lids<br>Over golden fancies,<br>Homeward drove her goats and kids.<br>Bright the gay moon dances</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With her light and silver feet,<br>On the mill-stream flowing;<br>Come a thousand perfumes sweet,<br>Dewy buds are blowing;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes an owl and greyly flits,<br>Jewel-eyed and hooting,<br>Past the green tree where she sits;<br>Nightingales are fluting;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft the wind as rustling silk<br>On a courtly lady;<br>Tinkles down the flowing milk;<br>Huge and still and shady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stands the mill-wheel, resting still<br>From its loving labour.<br>Dances on the tireless rill,<br>Gay as lute or tabor;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bouche-Mignonne!' it laughing cries,<br>'Do not blush and tremble;<br>If the night has ears and eyes,<br>I'll for thee dissemble;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Loud and clear and sweet I'll sing<br>On my far way straying;<br>I will hide the whispered thing<br>Pierre to thee is saying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bouche-Mignonne, good night, good night!<br>Every silver hour<br>I will toss my lilies white<br>'Gainst thy maiden bower.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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Past the vineyards shady,
Where the sun shone on a rill
Jewelled like a lady.

Proud the stream with lily-bud,
Gay with glancing swallow;
Swift its trillion-footed flood
Winding ways to follow;

Coy and still whe..."></div>
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