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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lost Opportunity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One dark, dark night--it was long ago,<br>The air was heavy and still and warm -<br>It fell to me and a man I know,<br>To see two girls to their father's farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was little seeing, that I recall:<br>We seemed to grope in a cave profound.<br>They might have come by a painful fall,<br>Had we not helped them over the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girls were sisters. Both were fair,<br>But mine was the fairer (so I say).<br>The dark soon severed us, pair from pair,<br>And not long after we lost our way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wandered over the country-side,<br>And we frightened most of the sheep about,<br>And I do not think that we greatly tried,<br>Having lost our way, to find it out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night being fine, it was not worth while.<br>We strayed through furrow and corn and grass<br>We met with many a fence and stile,<br>And a quickset hedge, which we failed to pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last we came on a road she knew;<br>She said we were near her father's place.<br>I heard the steps of the other two,<br>And my heart stood still for a moment's space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I pleaded, `Give me a good-night kiss.'<br>I have learned, but I did not know in time,<br>The fruits that hang on the tree of bliss<br>Are not for cravens who will not climb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met all four by the farmyard gate,<br>We parted laughing, with half a sigh,<br>And home we went, at a quicker rate,<br>A shorter journey, my friend and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we reached the house, it was late enough,<br>And many impertinent things were said,<br>Of time and distance, and such dull stuff,<br>But we said little, and went to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We went to bed, but one at least<br>Went not to sleep till the black turned grey,<br>And the sun rose up, and the light increased,<br>And the birds awoke to a summer day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes now, when the nights are mild,<br>And the moon is away, and no stars shine,<br>I wander out, and I go half-wild,<br>To think of the kiss which was not mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let great minds laugh at a grief so small,<br>Let small minds laugh at a fool so great.<br>Kind maidens, pity me, one and all.<br>Shy youths, take warning by this my fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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The air was heavy and still and warm -
It fell to me and a man I know,
To see two girls to their father's farm.

There was little seeing, that I recall:
We seemed to grope in a cave profound.
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