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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Noonday Rest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE willows whisper very, very low <br>Unto the listening breeze; <br>Sometimes they lose a leaf which, flickering slow, <br>Faints on the sunburnt leas. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the whispering boughs and simmering skies, <br>On the hot ground at rest, <br>Still as a stone, a ragged woman lies, <br>Her baby at the breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nibbling around her browse monotonous sheep, <br>Flies buzz about her head; <br>Her heavy eyes are shuttered by a sleep <br>As of the slumbering dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The happy birds that live to love and sing, <br>Flitting from bough to bough, <br>Peer softly at this ghastly human thing <br>With grizzled hair and brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er what strange ways may not these feet have trod <br>That match the cracking clay? <br>Man had no pity on her--no, nor God-- <br>A nameless castaway! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Mother Earth now hugs her to her breast, <br>Defiled or undefiled; <br>And willows rock the weary soul to rest, <br>As she, even she, her child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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Unto the listening breeze; 
Sometimes they lose a leaf which, flickering slow, 
Faints on the sunburnt leas. 

Beneath the whispering boughs and simmering skies, 
On the hot ground at rest, 
Still as a stone, a ..."></div>
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