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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woman And The Angel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street;<br>His halo was tilted sideways, and his harp lay mute at his feet;<br>So the Master stooped in His pity, and gave him a pass to go,<br>For the space of a moon, to the earth-world, to mix with the men below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He doffed his celestial garments, scarce waiting to lay them straight;<br>He bade good by to Peter, who stood by the golden gate;<br>The sexless singers of heaven chanted a fond farewell,<br>And the imps looked up as they pattered on the red-hot flags of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never was seen such an angel -- eyes of heavenly blue,<br>Features that shamed Apollo, hair of a golden hue;<br>The women simply adored him; his lips were like Cupid's bow;<br>But he never ventured to use them -- and so they voted him slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till at last there came One Woman, a marvel of loveliness,<br>And she whispered to him: &quot;Do you love me?&quot; And he answered that woman, &quot;Yes.&quot;<br>And she said: &quot;Put your arms around me, and kiss me, and hold me -- so --&quot;<br>But fiercely he drew back, saying: &quot;This thing is wrong, and I know.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sweetly she mocked his scruples, and softly she him beguiled:<br>&quot;You, who are verily man among men, speak with the tongue of a child.<br>We have outlived the old standards; we have burst, like an over-tight thong,<br>The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions of Right and Wrong.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Master feared for His angel, and called him again to His side,<br>For oh, the woman was wondrous, and oh, the angel was tried!<br>And deep in his hell sang the Devil, and this was the strain of his song:<br>&quot;The ancient, outworn, Puritanic traditions of Right and Wrong.&quot;</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>
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