<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=469010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What The Sleepless Grandam Thinks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy<br>Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--<br>Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary,<br>Findeth her slumber no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harkens, if cocks to the dawn be not crowing,<br>Rolls on her oven and weeps,<br>Sees all her past rising up to confront her--<br>O'er her soul shameful it creeps!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Woe to me sinner old! Woe! Once I cheated--<br>When from the church door I ran,<br>And in the depths of the forest strayed hidden<br>With my beloved Ivan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Woe to me! Burning in hell's leaping fires<br>Surely will soon be my soul!<br>I took a pair of eggs once at a neighbor's--<br>Out from her hen--yes, I stole!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Once at the harvest at home I did linger--<br>Swore I was deadly sick,--when<br>Taking my part in the drunken carousals<br>Saturday night with the men!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Light was I ever with soldiers! Yet cursing<br>God's name, when from me at last,--<br>My own son they took for a soldier!<br>Even drank cream on a fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Woe to me sinner! Woe to me wretched one!<br>Woe! My heart broken will be!<br>Holy Madonna, have pity, have mercy!<br>Into court go not with me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikolay+Alekseyevich+Nekrasov">Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov</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=469010" data-title="What The Sleepless Grandam Thinks de Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov" data-description="All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy Sweep o'er the church-village poor,-- Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary, Findeth her slumber no more. Harkens, if cocks to the dawn be not crowing, Rolls on her oven and weeps, Sees all her p..."></div> </div> </div>

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