<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Pictures</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE sat by an open window<br>And hearkened the sounds outside —<br>The call of a lonely night-bird,<br>And the croon of a making tide.<br>He was an island-trader,<br>And talked of his sunlit home,<br>Of the palms and the happy people,<br>And reef and beach and foam.<br>All that the trader told me<br>Was wine to my soul and balm;<br>And I longed for the moonlit beaches<br>And the coral and the palm.<br>He was browned with the sun and weather<br>(How changed in mood and mien<br>From the days when the dark-eyed woman<br>Was throned in his heart a queen!)<br>He talked of the merry-makers,<br>Of the flower-crowned native girls;<br>Their eyes with the lure of midnight,<br>And their teeth like island pearls.<br>No word of the dark-eyed woman —<br>But dance and song and dish,<br>The white of the branching coral,<br>The hues of the rainbow fish;<br>Gossip of sport and battle<br>For love and faith and truth,<br>But never a word of the woman<br>He loved in his careless youth.<br>The tide on the rocks was crooning<br>(Sole sound), the bird was still;<br>And the night lay hot and breathless<br>On rock and tree and hill.<br>Two pictures were limned in the darkness —<br>(And sad, O sad, was the tide!)<br>A home in a sunlit island,<br>A grave on a green hillside.</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> <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=509204" data-title="Two Pictures de Roderic Quinn" data-description="WE sat by an open window And hearkened the sounds outside — The call of a lonely night-bird, And the croon of a making tide. He was an island-trader, And talked of his sunlit home, Of the palms and the happy people, And reef and beach and foam. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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