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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Girl's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not mind my crying, Papa, I am not crying for pain.<br>Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I am not shaking with fear;<br>Tho' the wild wild wind is bideous to hear,<br>And I see the snow and the rain.<br>When will you come back again,<br>Papa, Papa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Somebody else that you love, Papa,<br>Somebody else that you dearly love<br>Is weary, like me, because you're away.<br>Sometimes I see her lips tremble and move,<br>And I seem to know what they're going to say;<br>And every day, and all the long day,<br>I long to cry, 'Oh Mamma, Mamma,<br>When will Papa come back again?'<br>But before I can say it I see the pain<br>Creeping up on her white white cheek,<br>As the sweet sad sunshine creeps up the white wall,<br>And then I am sorry, and fear to speak;<br>And slowly the pain goes out of her cheek,<br>As the sad sweet sunshine goes from the wall.<br>Oh, I wish I were grown up wise and tall,<br>That I might throw my arms round her neck<br>And say, 'Dear Mamma, oh, what is it all<br>That I see and see and do not see<br>In your white white face all the livelong day?'<br>But she hides her grief from a child like me.<br>When will you come back again,<br>Papa, Papa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where were you going, Papa, Papa?<br>All this long while have you been on the sea?<br>When she looks as if she saw far away,<br>Is she thinking of you, and what does she see?<br>Are the white sails blowing,<br>And the blue men rowing,<br>And are you standing on the high deck<br>Where we saw you stand till the ship grew gray,<br>And we watched and watched till the ship was a speck,<br>And the dark came first to you, far away?<br>I wish I could see what she can see,<br>But she hides her grief from a child like me.<br>When will you come back again,<br>Papa, Papa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Don't you remember, Papa, Papa,<br>How we used to sit by the fire, all three,<br>And she told me tales while I sat on her knee,<br>And heard the winter winds roar down the street,<br>And knock like men at the window pane,<br>And the louder they roared, oh, it seemed more sweet<br>To be warm and warm as we used to be,<br>Sitting at night by the fire, all three?<br>When will you come back again,<br>Papa, Papa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Papa, I like to sit by the fire;<br>Why does she sit far away in the cold?<br>If I had but somebody wise and old,<br>That every day I might cry and say,<br>'Is she changed, do you think, or do I forget?<br>Was she always as white as she is to-day?<br>Did she never carry her head up higher?'<br>Papa, Papa, if I could but know!<br>Do you think her voice was always so low?<br>Did I always see what I seem to see<br>When I wake up at night and her pillow is wet?<br>You used to say her hair it was gold-<br>It looks like silver to me.<br>But still she tells the same tale that she told,<br>She sings the same songs when I sit on her knee,<br>And the house goes on as it went long ago,<br>When we lived together, all three.<br>Sometimes my heart seems to sink, Papa,<br>And I feel as if I could be happy no more.<br>Is she changed, do you think, Papa,<br>Or did I dream she was brighter before?<br>She makes me remember my snowdrop, Papa,<br>That I forgot in thinking of you,<br>The sweetest snowdrop that ever I knew!<br>But I put it out of the sun and the rain:<br>It was green and white when I put it away,<br>It had one sweet bell and green leaves four;<br>It was green and white when I found it that day,<br>It had one pale bell and green leaves four,<br>But I was not glad of it any more.<br>Was it changed, do you think, Papa,<br>Or did I dream it was brighter before?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Do not mind my crying, Papa,<br>I am not crying for pain.<br>Do not mind my shaking, Papa,<br>I am not shaking for fear;<br>Tho' the wild wild wind is hideous to hear,<br>And I see the snow and the rain.<br>When will you come back again,<br>Papa, Papa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I am not shaking with fear;
Tho' the wild wild wind is bideous to hear,
And I see the snow and the rain.
When will you come back again,
Papa, Papa?


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