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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Boy-Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a Pirate once,<br>A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,<br>A ready cutlass and language rash;<br>From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank<br>I made the enemy walk the plank;<br>I marooned a man on an island bare,<br>And seized his wife by her long, dark hair;<br>Took treasure, such heaps of it!—wealth untold—<br>Bright bars of silver and chunks of gold!<br>Till my ship was choked to the decks with pelf,<br>And no one dare touch it except myself<br>And my black flag waved to the tearing breeze,<br>And I was the terror of all the seas! <br> I was a Fairy once.<br>I swung in the bows of the silky oak,<br>And the harebells rang to the words I spoke,<br>And my wings were fashioned of silver gauze,<br>And I knew no grief and no human laws.<br>And I lived where the laces of green leaves sway.<br>And my life was one long, long holiday.<br>No tasks to learn, and no bothering rules,<br>No hectoring grown-ups, and no—more—schools;<br>But a dance each eve, ’neath the moon’s cold light,<br>To sit up as late as I liked at night. . . .<br>For a lance I carried a grass-blade green,<br>And my shield was cut from an olivine;<br>I sipped cool dews from the cups of flowers,<br>My days were threaded of happy hours! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was a Merman once.<br>In the gloom of the amber-tinted seas,<br>With the brown tang clinging about my knees,<br>With a coral house, and a crab to ride,<br>Who pranced, and who ambled from side to side;<br>I wooed a Mermaid with emerald hair,<br>Dragged the fierce sea-serpent from out his lair,<br>With his flaming tongue and his awful might,<br>And I slew him—easy—in open fight!<br>I had strings of pearls, white as frozen milk,<br>That were strung for me on sea-spider’s silk;<br>And I never pined for the upper skies,<br>Whose blue came down in the dead men’s eyes,<br>Drowned men with the salt on their blackened lips,<br>Who slid, drifting in, from the wrecks of ships;<br>But I took the gold from the belts of all,<br>To pave the road to my coral hall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was a Hunter once,<br>And I trapped and stalked in a pathless wood,<br>And the talk of the wild things understood.<br>With my leather leggings and hat of brown.<br>I tracked the elk and the redskin down;<br>Slew a grizzly bear in a mountain cave,<br>And tweaked the nose of an Indian brave.<br>Ere I shot the rapids in birch canoe—<br>For there was nothing I could not do.<br>There was naught I did not dare or enjoy,<br>In the magic world of a dreaming boy! <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mabel+Forrest">Mabel Forrest</a><div class=q>
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A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,
A ready cutlass and language rash;
From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank
I made the enemy walk the plank;
I marooned a man on an island bare,
And seized his wife by her long, dark hair..."></div>
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