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James Stephens


Come with me, under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat,
Or wine, if it be thy will;
And we will talk until
Talk is a truble, too,
Out in the side of the hill,
And nothing is left to do,
But an eye to look into an eye
And a hand in a hand to slip,
And a sigh to answer a sigh,
And a lip to find out a lip:
What if the night be black
And the air on the mountain chill,
Where the goat lies dowa in her tack
And all but the fern is still!
Stay with me under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat
Out on the side of the hill.

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The Great Hunt
Carl Sandburg

I cannot tell you now;
When the wind's drive and whril
Blow me along no longer,
And the wind's a whisper last -
Maybe I'll tell you then - some other time.

When the rose's flash to the sunset
Reels to the rack and the twist,
And the rose is red bygone,
When the face I love is going
And the gate to the end shall clang,
And it's no use to beckon or say, "So long" -
Maybe I'll tell you then - some other time.

I never new any more beautiful then you;
I have hunted you under my thoughts,
I have broken down under the wind
And into the roses looking for you.
I shall never find any greater then you. [/size]

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معا اني ما افهم العنجليزي مدري الانجليزي بس اضن انها تهبل

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