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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Apple-Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Broadway Lyric<br>SHE sits by the side of a turbulent stream<br>That rushes and rolls forever<br>Up and down like a weary dream<br>In the trance of a burning fever.<br>Up and down through the long Broadway<br>It flows with its tiresome paces —<br>Down and up through the noisy day,<br>A river of feet and of faces.<br>Seldom a drop of that river's spray<br>Touches her withered features;<br>Yet still she sits there day by day<br>In the throng of her fellow-creatures.<br>Apples and cakes and candy to sell,<br>Daily before her lying.<br>The ragged newsboys know her well —<br>The rich never think of buying.<br>Year in, year out, in her dingy shawl<br>The wind and the rain she weathers,<br>Patient and mute at her little stall;<br>But few are the coppers she gathers.<br>Still eddies the crowd intent on gain.<br>Each for himself is striving<br>With selfish heart and seething brain —<br>An endless hurry and driving.<br>The loud carts rattle in thunder and dust;<br>Gay Fashion sweeps by in its coaches.<br>With a vacant stare she mumbles her crust,<br>She is past complaints and reproaches.<br>Still new faces and still new feet —<br>The same yet changing forever;<br>They jostle along through the weary street,<br>The waves of the human river.<br>Withered and dry like a leafless bush<br>That clings to the bank of a torrent,<br>Year in, year out, in the whirl and the rush,<br>She sits, of the city's current.<br>The shrubs of the garden will blossom again<br>Though far from the flowing river;<br>But the spring returns to her in vain —<br>Its bloom has nothing to give her.<br>Yet in her heart there buds the hope<br>Of a Father's love and pity;<br>For her the clouded skies shall ope,<br>And the gates of a heavenly city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+Pearse+Cranch">Christopher Pearse Cranch</a><div class=q>
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SHE sits by the side of a turbulent stream
That rushes and rolls forever
Up and down like a weary dream
In the trance of a burning fever.
Up and down through the long Broadway
It flows with its tiresome paces —
Down and up throu..."></div>
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