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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poor Girl's Meditation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I AM sitting here<br>Since the moon rose in the night,<br>Kindling a fire,<br>And striving to keep it alight;<br>The folk of the house are lying<br>In slumber deep;<br>The geese will be gabbling soon:<br>The whole of the land is asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May I never leave this world<br>Until my ill-luck is gone;<br>Till I have cows and sheep,<br>And the lad that I love for my own;<br>I would not think it long,<br>The night I would lie at his breast,<br>And the daughters of spite, after that,<br>Might say the thing they liked best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love takes the place of hate,<br>If a girl have beauty at all:<br>On a bed that was narrow and high,<br>A three-month I lay by the wall:<br>When I bethought on the lad<br>That I left on the brow of the hill,<br>I wept from dark until dark,<br>And my cheeks have the tear-tracks still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, O young lad that I love,<br>I am no mark for your scorn;<br>All you can say of me is<br>Undowered I was born:<br>And if I've no fortune in hand,<br>Nor cattle and sheep of my own,<br>This I can say, O lad,<br>I am fitted to lie my lone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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Since the moon rose in the night,
Kindling a fire,
And striving to keep it alight;
The folk of the house are lying
In slumber deep;
The geese will be gabbling soon:
The whole of the land is asleep.

May I never leave this world
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