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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heap of Rags</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One night when I went down <br>Thames' side, in London Town, <br>A heap of rags saw I, <br>And sat me down close by. <br>That thing could shout and bawl, <br>But showed no face at all; <br>When any steamer passed <br>And blew a loud shrill blast, <br>That heap of rags would sit <br>And make a sound like it; <br>When struck the clock's deep bell, <br>It made those peals as well. <br>When winds did moan around, <br>It mocked them with that sound; <br>When all was quiet, it <br>Fell into a strange fit; <br>Would sigh, and moan, and roar, <br>It laughed, and blessed, and swore. <br>Yet that poor thing, I know, <br>Had neither friend nor foe; <br>Its blessin or its curse <br>Made no one better or worse. <br>I left it in that place -- <br>The thing that showed no face, <br>Was it a man that had <br>Suffered till he went mad? <br>So many showers and not <br>One rainbow in the lot? <br>Too many bitter fears <br>To make a pearl from tears?</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=William+Henry+Davies">William Henry Davies</a></strong></div>

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