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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Solitary Reaper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold her, single in the field,<br> Yon solitary Highland Lass!<br> Reaping and singing by herself;<br> Stop here, or gently pass!<br> Alone she cuts and binds the grain,<br> And sings a melancholy strain;<br> O listen! for the Vale profound<br> Is overflowing with the sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No Nightingale did ever chaunt<br> More welcome notes to weary bands<br> Of travellers in some shady haunt,<br> Among Arabian sands:<br> A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard<br> In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,<br> Breaking the silence of the seas<br> Among the farthest Hebrides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Will no one tell me what she sings?--<br> Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow<br> For old, unhappy, far-off things,<br> And battles long ago:<br> Or is it some more humble lay,<br> Familiar matter of to-day?<br> Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,<br> That has been, and may be again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang<br> As if her song could have no ending;<br> I saw her singing at her work,<br> And o'er the sickle bending;--<br> I listened, motionless and still;<br> And, as I mounted up the hill,<br> The music in my heart I bore,<br> Long after it was heard no more.</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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 Reaping and singing by herself;
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 Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
 And sings a melancholy strain;
 O listen! for the Vale profound
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