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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519120" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady Jane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sapphics.<br>Down the green hill-side fro' the castle window <br>Lady Jane spied Bill Amaranth a-workin'; <br>Day by day watched him go about his ample <br>Nursery garden.<br>Cabbages thriv'd there, wi' a mort o' green-stuff— <br>Kidney beans, broad beans, onions, tomatoes, <br>Artichokes, seakale, vegetable marrows, <br>Early potatoes.<br>Lady Jane cared not very much for all these: <br>What she cared much for was a glimpse o' Willum <br>Strippin' his brown arms wi' a view to horti- <br>—Cultural effort.<br>Little guessed Willum, never extra-vain, that <br>Up the green hill-side, i' the gloomy castle, <br>Feminine eyes could so delight to view his <br>Noble proportions.<br>Only one day while, in an innocent mood, <br>Moppin' his brow ('cos 'twas a trifle sweaty) <br>With a blue kerchief—lo, he spies a white 'un <br>Coyly responding.<br>Oh, delightsome Love! Not a jot do you care <br>For the restrictions set on human inter- <br>-course by cold-blooded social refiners; <br>Nor do I, neither.<br>Day by day, peepin' fro' behind the bean-sticks, <br>Willum observed that scrap o' white a-wavin', <br>Till his hot sighs out-growin' all repression <br>Busted his weskit.<br>Lady Jane's guardian was a haughty Peer, who <br>Clung to old creeds and had a nasty temper; <br>Can we blame Willum that he hardly cared to <br>Risk a refusal?<br>Year by year found him busy 'mid the bean-sticks, <br>Wholly uncertain how on earth to take steps. <br>Thus for eighteen years he beheld the maiden <br>Wave fro' her window.<br>But the nineteenth spring, i' the Castle post-bag, <br>Came by book-post Bill's catalogue o' seedlings <br>Mark'd wi' blue ink at 'Paragraphs relatin' <br>Mainly to Pumpkins.'<br>'W. A. can,' so the Lady Jane read, <br>'Strongly commend that very noble Gourd, the <br>Lady Jane, first-class medal, ornamental; <br>Grows to a great height.'<br>Scarce a year arter, by the scented hedgerows— <br>Down the mown hill-side, fro' the castle gateway— <br>Came a long train and, i' the midst, a black bier, <br>Easily shouldered.<br>'Whose is yon corse that, thus adorned wi' gourd-leaves, <br>Forth ye bear with slow step?' A mourner answer'd, <br>''Tis the poor clay-cold body Lady Jane grew <br>Tired to abide in.'<br>'Delve my grave quick, then, for I die to-morrow. <br>Delve it one furlong fro' the kidney bean-sticks, <br>Where I may dream she's goin' on precisely <br>As she was used to.'<br>Hardly died Bill when, fro' the Lady Jane's grave, <br>Crept to his white death-bed a lovely pumpkin: <br>Climb'd the house wall and over-arched his head wi' <br>Billowy verdure.<br>Simple this tale!—but delicately perfumed <br>As the sweet roadside honeysuckle. That's why, <br>Difficult though its metre was to tackle, <br>I'm glad I wrote it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q>
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Down the green hill-side fro' the castle window 
Lady Jane spied Bill Amaranth a-workin'; 
Day by day watched him go about his ample 
Nursery garden.
Cabbages thriv'd there, wi' a mort o' green-stuff— 
Kidney beans, broad beans, onions..."></div>
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