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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind knocks at the window,<br>And my heart is full of fear,<br>For I know when it is calling<br>That some evil thing is near.<br>It whispers in the chimney,<br>And I strike the log to flame,<br>Lest it come down and take me<br>To the land that hath no name.<br>For once I had a sister,<br>Who now am left alone,<br>And here we sat together,<br>When the wind did sigh and moan.<br>There came a gentle knocking<br>Quick and sudden at the door,<br>And my sister hushed my terror,<br>Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór!'<br>She took my arms from round her,<br>She kissed me, cheek and chin,<br>But I cried, 'Oh, little sister,<br>Do not let the robber in!'<br>She rose up from me laughing,<br>But her face was strange and white,<br>And she opened wide the window,<br>Looking long into the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I said, 'Oh, little sister,<br>There is on your cheek a tear!'<br>''Tis but the rain,' she whispered;<br>But my heart was full of fear.<br>And I said, 'Oh, little sister,<br>There's a hand upon the door.'<br>Soft she chid me from my crying,<br>Saying, ''Tis the wind, a-stór.'<br>And turning from me smiling,<br>She took down the bar and chain,<br>But her cheek was like the lily<br>As she went into the rain.<br>And I said, 'Oh, little sister,<br>Will you then return no more?'<br>But I only heard the pushing<br>Of the wind upon the door.<br>Long I cried, 'Oh, little sister,<br>Will you soon come back again?'<br>But I only heard the beating<br>Of the storm upon the pane.<br>Now my mother sits in sorrow,<br>Weeping all the livelong day;<br>And I think she dreads the robber<br>Who did take her child away.<br>So I put up bar and shutter<br>When the wind goes howling by,<br>For I know when it comes knocking<br>That some evil thing is nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dora+Sigerson+Shorter">Dora Sigerson Shorter</a><div class=q>
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And my heart is full of fear,
For I know when it is calling
That some evil thing is near.
It whispers in the chimney,
And I strike the log to flame,
Lest it come down and take me
To the land that hath no name.
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