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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Do you remember still the little song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you remember still the little song <br>I mumbled on the hill at Aura, how <br>I told you it was made for Katie's sake <br>When I was fresh from school and loving her <br>With all the strength of girlhood? And you said <br>You liked my song, although I didn't know <br>How it began at first and gabbled then <br>In a half voice, because I was too shy <br>To speak aloud, much less to speak them out — <br>Words I had joined myself — in the full voice <br>And with the lilt of proper poetry. <br>You could have hardly heard me. Here's the girl, <br>The little girl from school you never knew. <br>She made this song. Read what you couldn't hear. <br>How bright the windows are <br>When the dear sun shineth. <br>They strive to reflect the sun, <br>To be bright like the sun, <br>To give heat like the sun. <br>My heart too has its chosen one <br>And so to shine designeth. <br>The windows on the opposite hill that day <br>Shone bright at sunset too and made me think <br>Of the old patter I had half forgot, <br>Do you remember? I remind you now, <br>Who wandered yesterday for half an hour <br>Into St Francis, where I thought of you <br>And how I would be glad to love you well <br>If I but knew the way. The rhyme came back <br>Teasing me till I knew I hated it. <br>I couldn't take that way of loving you. <br>That was the girl's way. Hear the woman now. <br>Out of my thinking in the lonely church <br>And the day's labour in a friendly room <br>Tumbled a song this morning you will like. <br>I love my love <br>But I could not be <br>Good for his sake. <br>That frightens me. <br>Nor could I do <br>Such things as I should <br>Just for the sake <br>Of being good. <br>Deeds are too great <br>To serve my whim, <br>Be ways of loving <br>Myself or him. <br>Whether my deeds <br>Are good or ill <br>They're done for their own, <br>Not love's sake, still. <br>I didn't know it till the song was done <br>But that's Ramiro in a nutshell, eh, <br>With his contempt for individual souls <br>And setting of the deed above the man. <br>Perhaps I like him better than I thought, <br>Or would like, if he'd give me leave to scorn <br>Chameleon, adjectival good and ill <br>And set the deed so far above the man <br>As to be out of reach of morals too. <br>There you and I join issue once again.</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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I mumbled on the hill at Aura, how 
I told you it was made for Katie's sake 
When I was fresh from school and loving her 
With all the strength of girlhood? And you said 
You liked my song, although I didn't ..."></div>
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