<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Janet Waking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautifully Janet slept <br>Till it was deeply morning. She woke then <br>And thought about her dainty-feathered hen, <br>To see how it had kept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One kiss she gave her mother, <br>Only a small one gave she to her daddy <br>Who would have kissed each curl of his shining baby; <br>No kiss at all for her brother. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“Old Chucky, Old Chucky!” she cried, <br>Running on little pink feet upon the grass <br>To Chucky’s house, and listening. But alas, <br>Her Chucky had died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It was a transmogrifying bee <br>Came droning down on Chucky’s old bald head <br>And sat and put the poison. It scarcely bled, <br>But how exceedingly </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And purply did the knot <br>Swell with the venom and communicate <br>Its rigour! Now the poor comb stood up straight <br>But Chucky did not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So there was Janet <br>Kneeling on the wet grass, crying her brown hen <br>(Translated far beyond the daughters of men) <br>To rise and walk upon it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And weeping fast as she had breath <br>Janet implored us, “Wake her from her sleep!” <br>And would not be instructed in how deep <br>Was the forgetful kingdom of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</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=419584" data-title="Janet Waking de John Crowe Ransom" data-description="Beautifully Janet slept Till it was deeply morning. She woke then And thought about her dainty-feathered hen, To see how it had kept. One kiss she gave her mother, Only a small one gave she to her daddy Who would have kissed each curl of h..."></div> </div> </div>

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