<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510778" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harp Song of the Dane Women</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is a woman that you forsake her, <br>And the hearth-fire and the home-acre. <br>To go with the old grey Widow-maker? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has no house to lay a guest in<br>But one chill bed for all to rest in, <br>That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has no strong white arms to fold you, <br>But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you <br>Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, when the signs of summer thicken, <br>And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken, <br>Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken- - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters. <br>You steal away to the lapping waters, <br>And look at your ship in her winter-quarters. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables, <br>The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables <br>To pitch her sides and go over her cables. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow, <br>And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow, <br>Is all we have left through the months to follow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her, <br>And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, <br>To go with the old grey Widow-maker?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</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=510778" data-title="Harp Song of the Dane Women de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre. To go with the old grey Widow-maker? She has no house to lay a guest in But one chill bed for all to rest in, That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in. She h..."></div> </div> </div>

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