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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Haunted Oak</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pray why are you so bare, so bare, <br> Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;<br> And why, when I go through the shade you throw,<br> Runs a shudder over me?<br> My leaves were green as the best, I trow,<br> And sap ran free in my veins,<br> But I say in the moonlight dim and weird<br> A guiltless victim's pains.<br> They'd charged him with the old, old crime,<br> And set him fast in jail:<br> Oh, why does the dog howl all night long,<br> And why does the night wind wail?<br> He prayed his prayer and he swore his oath,<br> And he raised his hand to the sky;<br> But the beat of hoofs smote on his ear,<br> And the steady tread drew nigh.<br> Who is it rides by night, by night,<br> Over the moonlit road?<br> And what is the spur that keeps the pace,<br> What is the galling goad?<br> And now they beat at the prison door,<br> &quot;Ho, keeper, do not stay!<br> We are friends of him whom you hold within,<br> And we fain would take him away<br> &quot;From those who ride fast on our heels<br> With mind to do him wrong;<br> They have no care for his innocence,<br> And the rope they bear is long.&quot;<br> They have fooled the jailer with lying words,<br> They have fooled the man with lies;<br> The bolts unbar, the locks are drawn,<br> And the great door open flies.<br> Now they have taken him from the jail,<br> And hard and fast they ride,<br> And the leader laughs low down in his throat,<br> As they halt my trunk beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,<br> And the doctor one of white,<br> And the minister, with his oldest son,<br> Was curiously bedight.<br> Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?<br> 'Tis but a little space,<br> And the time will come when these shall dread<br> The mem'ry of your face.<br> I feel the rope against my bark,<br> And the weight of him in my grain,<br> I feel in the throe of his final woe<br> The touch of my own last pain.<br> And never more shall leaves come forth<br> On the bough that bears the ban;<br> I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,<br> From the curse of a guiltless man.<br> And ever the judge rides by, rides by,<br> And goes to hunt the deer,<br> And ever another rides his soul<br> In the guise of a mortal fear.<br> And ever the man he rides me hard,<br> And never a night stays he;<br> For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,<br> On the trunk of a haunted tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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 Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
 And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
 Runs a shudder over me?
 My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
 And sap ran free in my veins,
 But I say in the moonlight dim..."></div>
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