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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pet-Lamb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A PASTORAL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;<br>I heard a voice; it said, 'Drink, pretty creature, drink!'<br>And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied<br>A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone,<br>And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;<br>With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel,<br>While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took,<br>Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook. <br>'Drink, pretty creature, drink,' she said in such a tone<br>That I almost received her heart into my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare!<br>I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.<br>Now with her empty can the Maiden turned away:<br>But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place<br>I unobserved could see the workings of her face:<br>If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,<br>Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord?<br>Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?<br>Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be;<br>Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart?<br>Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art:<br>This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;<br>And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain,<br>This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain; <br>For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear,<br>The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day<br>When my father found thee first in places far away;<br>Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none,<br>And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home:<br>A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam?<br>A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean<br>Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can<br>Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran;<br>And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,<br>I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now,<br>Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough;<br>My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold<br>Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It will not, will not rest!--Poor creature, can it be<br>That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? <br>Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear,<br>And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair!<br>I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there;<br>The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play,<br>When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;<br>Night and day thou art safe,--our cottage is hard by.<br>Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain?<br>Sleep--and at break of day I will come to thee again!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">--As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet,<br>This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat;<br>And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line,<br>That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was 'mine'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, and once again, did I repeat the song;<br>'Nay,' said I, 'more than half to the damsel must belong,<br>For she looked with such a look and she spake with such a tone,<br>That I almost received her heart into my own.'</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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THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, 'Drink, pretty creature, drink!'
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.

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