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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Quay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I KNEW a ship in the magical time<br>Of painted toy and nursery rhyme<br>That quested the world with sails unfurled,<br>And fluttered her flag in every clime.<br>Now, once a year, when she came to port,<br>We quitted our lessons, forgot our sport,<br>Deserted schools with their tiresome rules,<br>And rushed to her side to pay her court.<br>We turned from the town with its ceaseless noise,<br>Its staring windows and gilded toys;<br>For she was a queen in her gold and green<br>And we were a group of Quayside boys.<br>We climbed her yards at the risk of our necks,<br>Or grouped wide-eyed on her snowy decks<br>While her sailors told — what time they rolled<br>The quid in their cheeks — of reefs and wrecks.<br>Great talk they made of the China Seas,<br>The cocoa-nut isles and the scented breeze<br>That came at night in the white moonlight<br>From cinnamon groves and camphor trees.<br>They yarned of dolphins and mermaids white<br>And Father Neptune abroad at night —<br>Or, short and tall, yet merry men all,<br>They danced a jig in the sunset light.<br>But, best of all, when the night came down<br>Were the songs they chorused of London Town —<br>Now loud, now low — with a Yo-heave-O,<br>And brave, blue eyes under brows of brown.<br>Now, kissing the foam when the good ship sped,<br>And poised at her fore with lips of red<br>And a robe of blue, was — what think you? —<br>Why, only a wooden figure-head.<br>Just that! no more; but its buoyant poise<br>Was such that it seemed a joy of joys,<br>And its gold-tressed head and its lips of red<br>Were loved, I think, by the Quayside Boys.<br>O! the vanished things are the things that most<br>We grieve about — and that Quayside host,<br>Would they sigh if told that their ship of old<br>Is a hulk for coals on the Spanish Coast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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Of painted toy and nursery rhyme
That quested the world with sails unfurled,
And fluttered her flag in every clime.
Now, once a year, when she came to port,
We quitted our lessons, forgot our sport,
Deserted schoo..."></div>
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