<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rona in the Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rona, Rona, sister olden,-<br>Rona in the moon!<br>You'll never break your prison golden,-<br>Never, late or soon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rona, for her crying daughter,<br>At the dead of night<br>Took the gourd and went for water;<br>Went without a light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There she heard the owlets wrangle<br>With an angry hoot;<br>Stick and stone and thorny tangle<br>Wounded Rona's foot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Boil the moon!' she said in passion;<br>'Boil your lazy head!<br>Hiding thus in idle fashion<br>In your starry bed!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angry was the moon in heaven;<br>Down to earth she came:-<br>'Stay you ever unforgiven<br>For the word of shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up!- you made the moon a byword - <br>Up and dwell with me!'<br>Rona felt the drawing skyward,-<br>Seized a ngaio tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But from earth the ngaio parted<br>Like a bitten thread;<br>Like a comet upward darted<br>Rona overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the moon is Rona sitting<br>Never to be free;<br>With the gourd she held in flitting<br>And the ngaio tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll never break your prison golden,-<br>Never, late or soon,<br>Rona, Rona, sister olden, - <br>Rona in the moon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jessie+Mackay">Jessie Mackay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417989" data-title="Rona in the Moon de Jessie Mackay" data-description="Rona, Rona, sister olden,- Rona in the moon! You'll never break your prison golden,- Never, late or soon! Rona, for her crying daughter, At the dead of night Took the gourd and went for water; Went without a light. There she heard the owlets wra..."></div> </div> </div>

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