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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Folk Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. THE SOLDIER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Roumanian)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When winter trees bestrew the path,<br>Still to the twig a leaf or twain<br>Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath,<br>But that foreknown forlorner pain-<br>To fall when green leaves come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watch'd him sleep by the furrow-<br>The first that fell in the fight.<br>His grave they would dig to-morrow:<br>The battle called them to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bore him aside to the trees, there,<br>By his undigg'd grave content<br>To lie on his back at ease there,<br>And hark how the battle went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The battle went by the village,<br>And back through the night were borne<br>Far cries of murder and pillage,<br>With smoke from the standing corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they came on the morrow,<br>They talk'd not over their task,<br>As he listen'd there by the furrow;<br>For the dead mouth could not ask-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How went the battle, my brothers?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that he will never know:<br>For his mouth the red earth smothers<br>As they shoulder their spades and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet he cannot sleep thereunder,<br>But ever must toss and turn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How went the battle, I wonder?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-And that he will never learn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When winter trees bestrew the path,<br>Still to the twig a leaf or twain<br>Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath,<br>But that foreknown, forlorner pain-<br>To fall when green leaves come again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. THE MARINE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(<br>Poitevin<br>)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The bold Marine comes back from war,<br>So kind:<br>The bold Marine comes back from war,<br>So kind:<br>With a raggety coat and a worn-out shoe.<br>'Now, poor Marine, say, whence come you,<br>All so kind?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I travel back from the war, madame,<br>So kind:<br>I travel back from the war, madame,<br>So kind:<br>For a glass of wine and a bowl of whey,<br>'Tis I will sing you a ballad gay,<br>All so kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bold Marine he sips his whey,<br>So kind:<br>He sips and he sings his ballad gay,<br>So kind:<br>But the dame she turns toward the wall,<br>To wipe her tears that fall and fall,<br>All so kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What aileth you at my song, madame,<br>So kind?<br>I hope that I sing no wrong, madame,<br>So kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or grieves it you a beggar should dine<br>On a bowl of whey and the good white wine,<br>All so kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It ails me not at your ballad gay,<br>So kind:<br>It ails me not for the wine and whey,<br>So kind:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it ails me sore for the voice and eyes<br>Of a good man long in Paradise.-<br>Ah, so kind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have fair children five, madame,<br>So kind:<br>You have fair children five, madame,<br>So kind:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your good man left you children three;<br>Whence came these twain for company,<br>All so kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A letter came from the war, Marine,<br>So kind:<br>A letter came from the war, Marine,<br>So kind:<br>A while I wept for the good man dead,<br>But another good man in a while I wed,<br>All so kind.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bold Marine he drained his glass,<br>So kind:<br>The bold Marine he drained his glass,<br>So kind.<br>He said not a word, though the tears they flowed,<br>But back to his regiment took the road,<br>All so kind.</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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(Roumanian)

When winter trees bestrew the path,
Still to the twig a leaf or twain
Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath,
But that foreknown forlorner pain-
To fall when green leaves come again.

I watch'd him sleep by the furrow..."></div>
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