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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Auster Blows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Above the pilot cutter I hoe, to strike amain<br>of her I think - sea gulls aloft<br>our ship is land-locked enters the port again<br>th' Auster blows ever soft.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">my lady in memory, a perty thing to chase<br>I board her up, on soul's edge<br>her kind smile cuns the pilot, aptly to trace<br>in sea-waters known to allege.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Christmas 's close, bells, boat keeps 'er luff, <br>she goes steady on same point<br>I recall a tear and a scarf, and then a laugh, <br>winter 't was, with the anoint.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ship sails steady, bears up, and quartening, <br>fore course, she goes lasking in fog<br>my peppermint's on the moors, ship's driving<br>be end to end, for that egg-nog.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I kiss her face, as she expected, was me afore, <br>she 's my Christmas strike of truth, <br>I pick her up, she laughs, eyes shine to ore, <br>and a sweet kiss I offer on her tooth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a></strong></div>