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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115704" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Call Me Away</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call me away; there's nothing here,<br>That wins my soul to stay;<br>Then let me leave this prospect drear,<br>And hasten far away.<br>To our beloved land I'll flee,<br>Our land of thought and soul,<br>Where I have roved so oft with thee,<br>Beyond the world's control.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll sit and watch those ancient trees,<br>Those Scotch firs dark and high;<br>I'll listen to the eerie breeze,<br>Among their branches sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glorious moon shines far above;<br>How soft her radiance falls,<br>On snowy heights, and rock, and grove;<br>And yonder palace walls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who stands beneath yon fir trees high?<br>A youth both slight and fair,<br>Whose bright and restless azure eye<br>Proclaims him known to care,<br>Though fair that brow, it is not smooth;<br>Though small those features, yet in sooth<br>Stern passion has been there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now on the peaceful moon are fixed<br>Those eyes so glistening bright,<br>But trembling teardrops hang betwixt,<br>And dim the blessed light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though late the hour, and keen the blast,<br>That whistles round him now,<br>Those raven locks are backward cast,<br>To cool his burning brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hands above his heaving breast<br>Are clasped in agony -<br>'O Father! Father! let me rest!<br>And call my soul to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know 'tis weakness thus to pray;<br>But all this cankering care -<br>This doubt tormenting night and day<br>Is more than I can bear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With none to comfort, none to guide<br>And none to strengthen me.<br>Since thou my only friend hast died -<br>I've pined to follow thee!<br>Since thou hast died! And did he live<br>What comfort could his counsel give -<br>To one forlorn like me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would he my Idol's form adore -<br>Her soul, her glance, her tone?<br>And say, "Forget for ever more<br>Her kindred and thine own;<br>Let dreams of her thy peace destroy,<br>Leave every other hope and joy<br>And live for her alone"?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He starts, he smiles, and dries the tears,<br>Still glistening on his cheek,<br>The lady of his soul appears,<br>And hark! I hear her speak -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Aye, dry thy tears; thou wilt not weep -<br>While I am by thy side -<br>Our foes all day their watch may keep<br>But cannot thus divide<br>Such hearts as ours; and we tonight<br>Together in the clear moon's light<br>Their malice will deride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No fear our present bliss shall blast<br>And sorrow we'll defy.<br>Do thou forget the dreary past,<br>The dreadful future I.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forget it? Yes, while thou art by<br>I think of nought but thee,<br>'Tis only when thou art not nigh<br>Remembrance tortures me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But such a lofty soul to find,<br>And such a heart as thine,<br>In such a glorious form enshrined<br>And still to call thee mine -<br>Would be for earth too great a bliss,<br>Without a taint of woe like this,<br>Then why should I repine?</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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