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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What The Shutter Said As She Lay By The Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In The Farmer's House<br>I'M glad to lie on a sack of leaves<br>By a wasted fire and take my ease.<br>For the wind would strip me bare as a tree<br>The wind would blow oul’ age upon me,<br>And I'm dazed with the wind, the rain, and the cold!<br>If I had only the good red gold<br>To buy me the comfort of a roof,<br>And under the thatch the brown of the smoke!<br>I'd he up in my painted room<br>Until my hired girl would come;<br>And when the sun had warmed my walls<br>I'd rise up in my silks and shawls,<br>And break my fast beside the fire.<br>And Fd watch them that had to sweat<br>And shiver for shelter and what they ate<br>The farmer digging in the fields,<br>The beggars going from gate to gate,<br>The horses striving with their loads,<br>And all the sights upon the roads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd live my lone without clan nor care,<br>And none around me to crave a share:<br>The young have mocking, impudent ways,<br>And I'd never let them a-nigh my place,<br>And a child has often a pitiful face.<br>I'd give the rambling fiddler rest,<br>And for me he would play his best,<br>And he'd have something to tell of me<br>From the Moat of Granard down to the sea!<br>And, though I'd keep distant, I'd let in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oul' women who would card and spin,<br>And clash with me, and I'd hear it said,<br>'Mor, who used to carry her head<br>As if she was a lady bred,<br>Has little enough in her house, they say;<br>And such a one's child I saw on the way<br>Scaring crows from a crop, and glad to get<br>In a warmer house, the bit to eat<br>Oh, none are safe and none secure,<br>And it's well for some whose bit is sure!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd never grudge them the weight of their lands<br>If I had only the good red gold<br>To huggle between my breast and my hands!</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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I'M glad to lie on a sack of leaves
By a wasted fire and take my ease.
For the wind would strip me bare as a tree
The wind would blow oul’ age upon me,
And I'm dazed with the wind, the rain, and the cold!
If I had only the ..."></div>
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