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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Breton Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Wintertide we had been wed<br>When Jan went off to sea;<br>And now the laurel rose is red<br>And I wait on the quay.<br>His berthing boat I watch with dread,<br>For where, oh where is he?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Weep not, brave lass," the Skipper said;<br>"Return to you he will;<br>In hospital he lies abed<br>In Rio in Brazil;<br>But though I know he is not dead,<br>I do not know his ill."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Seaman's Hospital I wrote,<br>And soon there came reply.<br>The nurse's very words I quote:<br>"Your husband will not die;<br>But you must wait a weary boat -<br>I cannot tell you why."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The months of sun went snailing by.<br>I wrote by every mail,<br>Yet ever came the same reply:<br>"Your patience must not fail.<br>But though your good lad will not die,<br>We cannot tell his ail."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten months have gone - he's back again,<br>But aged by years a score,<br>And tells me with a look of pain<br>He'll never voyage more;<br>And at the tide, with longing vain,<br>He stares from out the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in his sleep he turns from me<br>And moans with bitter blame<br>Of Spanish jades beyond the sea<br>Who wrought him evil shame,<br>So ever in him bleak will be<br>The Ill That Has No Name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508242" data-title="Breton Wife de Robert William Service" data-description="A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And I wait on the quay. His berthing boat I watch with dread, For where, oh where is he? "Weep not, brave lass," the Skipper said; "Return to you..."></div> </div> </div>
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