<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bachelor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind went cold as the day went old,<br>And I went very sad,<br>Till I saw something by the road<br>That brought me round and glad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The keen wind nipped me northerly<br>And bent me back almost,<br>And I was the worst discouraged man<br>Abroad on any boast, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The road was rocks and wilderness<br>And never a sign of a town,<br>It tapered up a wicked hill,<br>I tried to curse it down, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But like an undefeated man<br>I mounted, slow and hard:<br>And round the top was a little house<br>With a woman in the yard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She was a housewife in her yard,<br>Tending her husband's place;<br>The broom was busy in her hand,<br>The goodness in her face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She brushed the yard, she brushed the step,<br>She made the leaves to spin,<br>Tidying up her husband's place<br>Outside as well as in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I knew no woman and no house<br>And night was just ahead;<br>Yet I went cheerful down the hill<br>Rested and warmed and fed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For some man had a woman there<br>To keep his board and bed;<br>'I have seen women by these bad roads,<br>Thank God for that,' I said.</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=419605" data-title="The Bachelor de John Crowe Ransom" data-description="The wind went cold as the day went old, And I went very sad, Till I saw something by the road That brought me round and glad. The keen wind nipped me northerly And bent me back almost, And I was the worst discouraged man Abroad on any boast, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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