<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The dying sycamores</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A beauty like young womanhood's<br> Upon the green earth lies,<br> And June's sweet smile hath waked again<br> All summer's harmonies.<br> <br> The insects hum their dreamy song,<br> The trees their honors wear,<br> And languid with its perfume spoils<br> Sighs the voluptuous air.<br> <br> A gorgeous wealth of leaf and bloom<br> Enchants the dazzled sight;<br> And over earth and sky there smiles<br> A Presence of delight.<br> <br> From yon sad dying Sycamores,<br> Alone a shadow falls, --<br> As from the ghastly form of Death,<br> In Egypt's banquet-halls.<br> <br> Against the soft blue sky they stand,<br> Their naked limbs outspread,<br> And to the throbbing life around,<br> They murmur of the dead.<br> <br> Spring, with her soft and odorous breath,<br> Hath sighed o'er them in vain,<br> Nor sun, nor dew, nor summer shower,<br> Awakes their bloom again.<br> <br> Oh stately monarchs of the wood,<br> What blight hath o'er ye passed?<br> What kanker wastes your noble hearts?<br> What spell is on ye cast?<br> <br> I watch ye where a thousand forms<br> With life and beauty glow,<br> Till half I deem that on ye lies<br> Some weight of human woe.<br> <br> Sad emblems are ye of those hearts<br> In this fair world of ours,<br> Who live unloving and unloved,<br> Oh dying Sycamores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115221" data-title="The dying sycamores de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="A beauty like young womanhood's/ Upon the green earth lies,/ And June's sweet smile hath waked again/ All summer's harmonies./ / The insects hum their dreamy song,/ The trees their honors wear,/ And languid with its perfume spoils/ Sighs the v..."></div> </div> </div>

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