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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gum-Gatherer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There overtook me and drew me in<br>To his down-hill, early-morning stride,<br>And set me five miles on my road<br>Better than if he had had me ride,<br>A man with a swinging bag for'load<br>And half the bag wound round his hand.<br>We talked like barking above the din<br>Of water we walked along beside.<br>And for my telling him where I'd been<br>And where I lived in mountain land<br>To be coming home the way I was,<br>He told me a little about himself.<br>He came from higher up in the pass<br>Where the grist of the new-beginning brooks<br>Is blocks split off the mountain mass --<br>And hop. eless grist enough it looks<br>Ever to grind to soil for grass.<br>(The way it is will do for moss.)<br>There he had built his stolen shack.<br>It had to be a stolen shack<br>Because of the fears of fire and logs<br>That trouble the sleep of lumber folk:<br>Visions of half the world burned black<br>And the sun shrunken yellow in smoke.<br>We know who when they come to town<br>Bring berries under the wagon seat,<br>Or a basket of eggs between their feet;<br>What this man brought in a cotton sack<br>Was gum, the gum of the mountain spruce.<br>He showed me lumps of the scented stuff<br>Like uncut jewels, dull and rough<br>It comes to market golden brown;<br>But turns to pink between the teeth.<br>I told him this is a pleasant life<br>To set your breast to the bark of trees<br>That all your days are dim beneath,<br>And reaching up with a little knife,<br>To loose the resin and take it down<br>And bring it to market when you please</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a><div class=q>
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To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
And set me five miles on my road
Better than if he had had me ride,
A man with a swinging bag for'load
And half the bag wound round his hand.
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