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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nursing Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Maternity Hospital</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Our sister sayeth such and such,<br>And we must bow to her behests.<br>Our sister toileth overmuch,<br>Our little maid that hath no breasts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A field untilled, a web unwove,<br>A flower withheld from sun or bee,<br>An alien in the Courts of Love,<br>And--teacher unto such as we!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We love her, but we laugh the while,<br>We laugh, but sobs are mixed with laughter;<br>Our sister hath no time to smile,<br>She knows not what must follow after.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wind of the South, arise and blow,<br>From beds of spice thy locks shake free;<br>Breathe on her heart that she may know,<br>Breathe on her eyes that she may see!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alas! we vex her with our mirth,<br>And maze her with most tender scorn,<br>Who stands beside the Gates of Birth,<br>Herself a child--a child unborn!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Our sister sayeth such and such,<br>And we must bow to her behests.<br>Our sister toileth overmuch,<br>Our little maid that hath no breasts.</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=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a></strong></div>

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