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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fisher's Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long, low waste of yellow sand<br>Lay shining northward far as eye could reach,<br>Southward a rocky bluff rose high<br>Broken in wild, fantastic shapes.<br>Near by, one jagged rock towered high,<br>And o'er the waters leaned, like giant grim,<br>Striving to peer into the mysteries<br>The ocean whispers of continually,<br>And covers with her soft, treacherous face.<br>For the rest, the sun was sinking low<br>Like a great golden globe, into the sea;<br>Above the rock a bird was flying<br>In dizzy circles, with shrill cries,<br>And on a plank floated from some wreck,<br>With shreds of musty seaweed<br>Clinging to it yet, a woman sat<br>Holding a child within her arms;<br>A sweet-faced woman--looking out to sea<br>With dark, patient eyes, and singing to the child,<br>And this the song she in the sunset sang:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine eyes are brown, my beauty, brown and bright,<br>Drowned deep in languor now, the angel Sleep<br>Is clasping thee within her arms so white,<br>Bearing thee up the dreamland's sunny steep.<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy father's boat, I see its swaying shroud<br>Like a white sea-gull, swinging to and fro<br>Against the ledges of a crimson cloud,<br>A tiny bird with flutt'ring wing of snow.<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy father toils beyond the harbor bar,<br>And, singing at his toil, he thinks of thee;<br>Lit by the red lamp of the evening star<br>Home will he come, will come to thee and me,<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His cabin shall be bright with flowers sweet,<br>The table shall be set, the fire shall glow,<br>We'll wait within the door, his coming steps to greet,<br>And if my eye be sad, he will not know--<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He will not pause to ponder things so slight,<br>He is not one a smile to prize or miss;<br>Yet he would shield us with a strong arm's might,<br>And he will meet us with a loving kiss--<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But would I could forget those other days<br>When if with gayer gleam mine eyes had shone,<br>Or shade of sorrow, gentlest eyes would gaze<br>With tender questioning into my own.<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine eyes are brown--thou hast thy father's eyes,<br>But those, my darling, those were clear and blue,<br>Ah, me! how sorrowfully that sea-bird cries,<br>Cries for its mate, oh, tender bird and true;<br>My, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, of my truest love well worthy he,<br>And near was I, ah, nearest to his heart;<br>But ships are parted on the dreary sea<br>Swept by the waves, forever swept apart--<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes sad-eyed women sighing say,<br>Sweet love is lost, all that remains is rest,<br>So in their weakness they are lured to lay<br>Their head upon some strong and loving breast.<br>Oh, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our cabin stands upon the dreary sands,<br>And it is sad to be alone, alone.<br>But on my bosom thou hast lain thy hands,<br>Near to me art thou, near, my precious one--<br>My, baby, sleep, my baby, sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red light faded as she sung,<br>A chill breeze rose and swept across the sea,<br>She drew her cloak still closer round the child,<br>And turned toward the cabin;<br>As she went a faint glow glimmered<br>In the east, and slowly rose--<br>The silver crescent of the moon.<br>Another, paler light, than the warm sunset glow,<br>But clear enough to guide her home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marietta+Holley">Marietta Holley</a><div class=q>
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Lay shining northward far as eye could reach,
Southward a rocky bluff rose high
Broken in wild, fantastic shapes.
Near by, one jagged rock towered high,
And o'er the waters leaned, like giant grim,
Striving to peer..."></div>
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