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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucy Gray</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: <br>And, when I crossed the wild, <br>I chanced to see at break of day <br>The solitary child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; <br>She dwelt on a wide moor, <br>--The sweetest thing that ever grew <br>Beside a human door! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You yet may spy the fawn at play, <br>The hare upon the green; <br>But the sweet face of Lucy Gray <br>Will never more be seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To-night will be a stormy night-- <br>You to the town must go; <br>And take a lantern, Child, to light <br>Your mother through the snow.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;That, Father! will I gladly do: <br>'Tis scarcely afternoon-- <br>The minster-clock has just struck two, <br>And yonder is the moon!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this the Father raised his hook, <br>And snapped a faggot-band; <br>He plied his work;--and Lucy took <br>The lantern in her hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not blither is the mountain roe: <br>With many a wanton stroke <br>Her feet disperse the powdery snow, <br>That rises up like smoke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm came on before its time: <br>She wandered up and down; <br>And many a hill did Lucy climb: <br>But never reached the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wretched parents all that night <br>Went shouting far and wide; <br>But there was neither sound nor sight <br>To serve them for a guide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At day-break on a hill they stood <br>That overlooked the moor; <br>And thence they saw the bridge of wood, <br>A furlong from their door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They wept--and, turning homeward, cried, <br>&quot;In heaven we all shall meet;&quot; <br>--When in the snow the mother spied <br>The print of Lucy's feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then downwards from the steep hill's edge <br>They tracked the footmarks small; <br>And through the broken hawthorn hedge, <br>And by the long stone-wall; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then an open field they crossed: <br>The marks were still the same; <br>They tracked them on, nor ever lost; <br>And to the bridge they came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They followed from the snowy bank <br>Those footmarks, one by one, <br>Into the middle of the plank; <br>And further there were none! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">--Yet some maintain that to this day <br>She is a living child; <br>That you may see sweet Lucy Gray <br>Upon the lonesome wild. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er rough and smooth she trips along, <br>And never looks behind; <br>And sings a solitary song <br>That whistles in the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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And, when I crossed the wild, 
I chanced to see at break of day 
The solitary child. 

No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; 
She dwelt on a wide moor, 
--The sweetest thing that ever grew 
Beside a human door! 

You yet ma..."></div>
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