<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Goddess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the meadow the flowers tinkle like tin, <br>Birds snigger in the trees<br>'You don't belong! '<br>(Blood running down the wall) <br>But what have I done wrong? <br>What makes these faces leer and grin? <br>Is there some talk of murder as evening shadows fall<br>Or is it some ancestral sin<br>That turns the mind and makes the skin of daylight crawl? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thoughts of lurid nightmare can appall<br>The waking soul and seize<br>The sanest sense with madness<br>Until at last a voice speaks out: <br>'La belle Dame sans merci hath thee in thrall! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Thorkild+Ellison">John Thorkild Ellison</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=422299" data-title="The Goddess de John Thorkild Ellison" data-description="In the meadow the flowers tinkle like tin, Birds snigger in the trees 'You don't belong! ' (Blood running down the wall) But what have I done wrong? What makes these faces leer and grin? Is there some talk of murder as evening shadows fall Or ..."></div> </div> </div>

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