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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maid Of The Mill's Treachery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHENCE comes our friend so hastily,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?<br>Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In yonder holy spot to pray?<br>The brook appears to hem his path,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would he barefooted o'er it go?<br>Why curse his orisons in wrath,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across those heights beclad with snow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! his warm bed he bath left,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where he had look'd for bliss, I ween;<br>And if his cloak too, had been reft,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fearful his disgrace had been!<br>By yonder villain sorely press'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wallet from him has been torn;<br>Our hapless friend has been undress'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left well nigh naked as when born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reason why he came this road,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that he sought a pair of eyes,<br>Which, at the mill, as brightly glow'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As those that are in Paradise.<br>He will not soon again be there;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From out the house he quickly hied,<br>And when he gain'd the open air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus bitterly and loudly cried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Within her gaze, so dazzling bright,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word of treachery I could read;<br>She seem'd to see me with delight,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet plann'd e'en then this cruel deed!<br>Could I, when basking in her smile,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream of the treason in her breast?<br>She bade kind Cupid stay awhile,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he was there, to make us blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To taste of love's sweet ecstasy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout the night, that endless seem'd,<br>And for her mother's help to cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only when morning sunlight beam'd!<br>A dozen of her kith and kin,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A very human flood, in-press'd<br>Her cousins came, her aunts peer'd in,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And uncles, brothers, and the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then what a tumult, fierce and loud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each seem'd a beast of prey to be;<br>The maiden's honour all the crowd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With fearful shout, demand of me.<br>Why should they, madmen-like, begin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To fall upon a guiltless youth?<br>For he who such a prize would win,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far nimbler needs must be, in truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The way to follow up with skill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His freaks, by love betimes is known:<br>He ne'er will leave, within a mill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet flowers for sixteen years alone.-<br>They stole my clothes away,-yes, all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tried my cloak besides to steal.<br>How strange that any house so small</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many rascals could conceal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then I sprang up, and raved, and swore,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To force a passage through them there.<br>I saw the treacherous maid once more,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she was still, alas, so fair<br>They all gave way before my wrath,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild outcries flew about pell-mell;<br>At length I managed to rush forth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With voice of thunder, from that hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As maidens of the town we fly,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll shun you maidens of the village;<br>Leave it to those of quality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their humble worshippers to pillage.<br>Yet if ye are of practised skill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And of all tender ties afraid,<br>Exchange your lovers, if ye will,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never let them be betray'd.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus sings he in the winter-night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While not a blade of grass was green.<br>I laugh'd to see his piteous plight,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For it was well-deserved, I ween.<br>And may this be the fate of all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who treat by day their true loves ill,<br>And, with foolhardy daring, crawl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night to Cupid's treacherous mill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?
Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,

In yonder holy spot to pray?
The brook appears to hem his path,

Would he barefooted o'er it go?
Why curse his orisons in wrath,

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