<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song: XI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, mother, do you not hear? <br>Mother, they come; there is news to tell! <br>– Give me your hands, my daughter dear: <br>'Tis but a ship that saileth well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother dear, have a care, give heed!<br>–They go, my daughter, away they speed. <br>Mother, the danger is sore, alas!<br>– Child, my child, it will quickly pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, mother, She draweth near!<br>– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear. <br>Mother, mother, She opens the door! <br>– Child, they go, to return no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, She enters! I am afraid! <br>– Child, they now have the anchor weighed.<br>Mother, I hear Her speaking low. <br>– Child, my child, it is they that go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, She makes the stars go dark! <br>– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark. <br>Mother, She knocks at the casement still! <br>– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . . <br>– Child, they sail for the open sea.<br>On every hand I can hear but Him. . . . <br>– O child, what is it, and who is He?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Maurice+Polydore-Marie-Bernard+Maeterlinck">Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573205" data-title="Song: XI de Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck" data-description="Mother, mother, do you not hear? Mother, they come; there is news to tell! – Give me your hands, my daughter dear: 'Tis but a ship that saileth well. Mother dear, have a care, give heed! –They go, my daughter, away they speed. Mother, the..."></div> </div> </div>

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