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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Adventurers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This morning I got up before the sun <br>Had seized the hill, <br>And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one <br>In sleep laid still. <br>There they lay helpless under the gold stars, <br>Good folk and kind, <br>By sleep the robber spoiled of heavenly wares, <br>Made deaf and blind. <br>The leaves cracked, the grass rustled as I passed. <br>I might have been <br>Myself the thief. Each minute seemed the last <br>Of freedom's teen. <br>But lonely down the hill in Levite's guise <br>Or priest's, I ran. <br>I had not proved myself, true loverwise, <br>Samaritan. <br>The wind went by me, pulling at my hair. <br>I left the track. <br>My last night's purpose terrible and fair <br>Came sweeping back. <br>Among the bracken under a white tree <br>I sat me down, <br>And slipped my shoulders very stealthily <br>From out my gown. <br>One minute I lay naked on the grass, <br>Then sat upright. <br>The hot wind had its will with me, and kissed <br>My bosom white. <br>The stars gleamed in the grey before the rose. <br>Were they not eyes <br>That peered and leered, and seemed about to close <br>In shocked surprise? <br>With the whole sky at gaze, there had I lain. <br>Had dared thus much. <br>I ran on frightened down the hill again, <br>With gown to clutch. <br>Down by the creek the blackberries grew thick, <br>And as I passed <br>They stretched long arms to hinder me and prick, <br>Make me shamefast? <br>Nay, they laughed, pulling at my slipping gown, <br>Would have laid bare <br>To chance men on the hillside looking down <br>The whiteness there. <br>Close by the blackwoods is the bathing pool <br>The men have made. <br>I was no sport for stars, no bramble's fool <br>In the trees' shade. <br>But when I stood with limbs and body free <br>And gleaming fair, <br>The little kind ferns screened and covered me <br>Like Agnes' hair. <br>I slipped into the shallow water, felt <br>The fine brown sand <br>Of the creek bottom, shuddered, splashed and knelt <br>Too cold to stand. <br>Happy and shivering, with trees overhead, <br>Fern walls around, <br>I listened to the water talking, led <br>To praise by sound. <br>So I have felt the wind and water's kiss, <br>Though I'm a maid. <br>Better be man than be a girl, and miss <br>Feeling afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lesbia+Harford">Lesbia Harford</a><div class=q>
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Had seized the hill, 
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one 
In sleep laid still. 
There they lay helpless under the gold stars, 
Good folk and kind, 
By sleep the robber spoiled of heavenly wares, 
Ma..."></div>
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