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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alexander and Zenobia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair was the evening and brightly the sun<br>Was shining on desert and grove,<br>Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers<br>And cloudless the heavens above.<br>It was Arabia's distant land<br>And peaceful was the hour;<br>Two youthful figures lay reclined<br>Deep in a shady bower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One was a boy of just fourteen<br>Bold beautiful and bright;<br>Soft raven curls hung clustering round<br>A brow of marble white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fair brow and ruddy cheek<br>Spoke of less burning skies;<br>Words cannot paint the look that beamed<br>In his dark lustrous eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other was a slender girl,<br>Blooming and young and fair.<br>The snowy neck was shaded with<br>The long bright sunny hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those deep eyes of watery blue,<br>So sweetly sad they seemed.<br>And every feature in her face<br>With pensive sorrow teemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youth beheld her saddened air<br>And smiling cheerfully<br>He said, 'How pleasant is the land<br>Of sunny Araby!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Zenobia, I never saw<br>A lovelier eve than this;<br>I never felt my spirit raised<br>With more unbroken bliss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So deep the shades, so calm the hour,<br>So soft the breezes sigh,<br>So sweetly Philomel begins<br>Her heavenly melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So pleasant are the scents that rise<br>From flowers of loveliest hue,<br>And more than all - Zenobia,<br>I am alone with you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are we not happy here alone<br>In such a healthy spot?'<br>He looked to her with joyful smile<br>But she returned it not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why are you sorrowful?' he asked<br>And heaved a bitter sigh,<br>'O tell me why those drops of woe<br>Are gathering in your eye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gladly would I rejoice,' she said,<br>'But grief weighs down my heart.<br>'Can I be happy when I know<br>Tomorrow we must part?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, Alexander, I must see<br>This happy land no more.<br>At break of day I must return<br>To distant Gondal's shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At morning we must bid farewell,<br>And at the close of day<br>You will be wandering alone<br>And I shall be away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall be sorrowing for you<br>On the wide weltering sea,<br>And you will perhaps have wandered here<br>To sit and think of me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And shall we part so soon?' he cried,<br>'Must we be torn away?<br>Shall I be left to mourn alone?<br>Will you no longer stay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And shall we never meet again,<br>Hearts that have grown together?<br>Must they at once be rent away<br>And kept apart for ever?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, Alexander, we must part,<br>But we may meet again,<br>For when I left my native land<br>I wept in anguish then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Never shall I forget the day<br>I left its rocky shore.<br>We thought that we had bid adieu<br>To meet on earth no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When we had parted how I wept<br>To see the mountains blue<br>Grow dimmer and more distant - till<br>They faded from my view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And you too wept - we little thought<br>After so long a time,<br>To meet again so suddenly<br>In such a distant clime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We met on Grecia's classic plain,<br>We part in Araby.<br>And let us hope to meet again<br>Beneath our Gondal's sky.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Zenobia, do you remember<br>A little lonely spring<br>Among Exina's woody hills<br>Where blackbirds used to sing,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And when they ceased as daylight faded<br>From the dusky sky<br>The pensive nightingale began<br>Her matchless melody?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sweet bluebells used to flourish there<br>And tall trees waved on high,<br>And through their ever sounding leaves<br>The soft wind used to sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At morning we have often played<br>Beside that lonely well;<br>At evening we have lingered there<br>Till dewy twilight fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And when your fifteenth birthday comes,<br>Remember me, my love,<br>And think of what I said to you<br>In this sweet spicy grove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At evening wander to that spring<br>And sit and wait for me;<br>And 'ere the sun has ceased to shine<br>I will return to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Two years is a weary time<br>But it will soon be fled.<br>And if you do not meet me - know<br>I am not false but dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sweetly the summer day declines<br>On forest, plain, and hill<br>And in that spacious palace hall<br>So lonely, wide and still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside a window's open arch,<br>In the calm evening air<br>All lonely sits a stately girl,<br>Graceful and young and fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snowy lid and lashes long<br>Conceal her downcast eye,<br>She's reading and till now I have<br>Passed unnoticed by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But see she cannot fix her thoughts,<br>They are wandering away;<br>She looks towards a distant dell<br>Where sunny waters play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet her spirit is not with<br>The scene she looks upon;<br>She muses with a mournful smile<br>On pleasures that are gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks upon the book again<br>That chained her thoughts before,<br>And for a moment strives in vain<br>To fix her mind once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then gently drops it on her knee<br>And looks into the sky,<br>While trembling drops are shining in<br>Her dark celestial eye.<br>And thus alone and still she sits<br>Musing on years gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till with a sad and sudden smile<br>She rises up to go;<br>And from the open window springs<br>On to the grass below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does she fly so swiftly now<br>Adown the meadow green,<br>And o'er the gently swelling hills<br>And the vale that lies between?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She passes under giant trees<br>That lift their arms on high<br>And slowly wave their mighty boughs<br>In the clear evening sky,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she threads a path that winds<br>Through deeply shaded groves<br>Where nought is heard but sighing gales<br>And murmuring turtle doves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hastens on through sunless gloom<br>To a vista opening wide;<br>A marble fountain sparkles there<br>With sweet flowers by its side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At intervals in the velvet grass<br>A few old elm trees rise,<br>While a warm flood of yellow light<br>Streams from the western skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this her resting place? Ah, no,<br>She hastens onward still,<br>The startled deer before her fly<br>As she ascends the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She does not rest till she has gained<br>A lonely purling spring,<br>Where zephyrs wave the verdant trees<br>And birds in concert sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there she stands and gazes round<br>With bright and searching eye,<br>Then sadly sighing turns away<br>And looks upon the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sits down on the flowery turf<br>Her head drooped on her hand;<br>Her soft luxuriant golden curls<br>Are by the breezes fanned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sweet sad smile plays on her lips;<br>Her heart is far away,<br>And thus she sits till twilight comes<br>To take the place of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when she looks towards the west<br>And sees the sun is gone<br>And hears that every bird but one<br>To its nightly rest is flown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sees that over nature's face<br>A sombre veil is cast<br>With mournful voice and tearful eye<br>She says, 'The time is past!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He will not come! I might have known<br>It was a foolish hope;<br>But it was so sweet to cherish<br>I could not yield it up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It may be foolish thus to weep<br>But I cannot check my tears<br>To see in one short hour destroyed<br>The darling hope of years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is not false, but he was young<br>And time rolls fast away.<br>Has he forgotten the vow he made<br>To meet me here today?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No. If he lives he loves me still<br>And still remembers me.<br>If he is dead -- my joys are sunk<br>In utter misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We parted in the spicy groves<br>Beneath Arabia's sky.<br>How could I hope to meet him now<br>Where Gondal's breezes sigh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He was a shining meteor light<br>That faded from the skies,<br>But I mistook him for a star<br>That only set to rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And with a firm yet trembling hand<br>I've clung to this false hope;<br>I dared not surely trust in it<br>Yet would not yield it up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And day and night I've thought of him<br>And loved him constantly,<br>And prayed that Heaven would prosper him<br>Wherever he might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He will not come; he's wandering now<br>On some far distant shore,<br>Or else he sleeps the sleep of death<br>And cannot see me more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, Alexander, is it thus?<br>Did we but meet to part?<br>Long as I live thy name will be<br>Engraven on my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall not cease to think of thee<br>While life and thought remain,<br>For well I know that I can never<br>See thy like again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ceases now and dries her tears<br>But still she lingers there<br>In silent thought till night is come<br>And silver stars appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But lo! a tall and stately youth<br>Ascends the grassy slope;<br>His bright dark eyes are glancing round,<br>His heart beats high with hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has journyed on unweariedly<br>From dawn of day till now,<br>The warm blood kindles in his cheek,<br>The sweat is on his brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he has gained the green hill top<br>Where lies that lonely spring,<br>And lo! he pauses when he hears<br>Its gentle murmuring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He dares not enter through the trees<br>That veil it from his eye;<br>He listens for some other sound<br>In deep anxiety.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But vainly - all is calm and still;<br>Are his bright day dreams o'er?<br>Has he thus hoped and longed in vain,<br>And must they meet no more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One moment more of sad suspense<br>And those dark trees are past;<br>The lonely well bursts on his sight<br>And they are met at last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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