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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weep Not Too Much</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not too much, my darling;<br>Sigh not too oft for me;<br>Say not the face of Nature<br>Has lost its charm for thee.<br>I have enough of anguish<br>In my own breast alone;<br>Thou canst not ease the burden, Love,<br>By adding still thine own.<br>I know the faith and fervour<br>Of that true heart of thine;<br>But I would have it hopeful<br>As thou wouldst render mine.<br>At night, when I lie waking,<br>More soothing it will be<br>To say 'She slumbers calmly now,'<br>Than say 'She weeps for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When through the prison grating<br>The holy moonbeams shine,<br>And I am wildly longing<br>To see the orb divine<br>Not crossed, deformed, and sullied<br>By those relentless bars<br>That will not show the crescent moon,<br>And scarce the twinkling stars,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is my only comfort<br>To think, that unto thee<br>The sight is not forbidden<br>The face of heaven is free.<br>If I could think Zerona<br>Is gazing upward now<br>Is gazing with a tearless eye<br>A calm unruffled brow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That moon upon her spirit<br>Sheds sweet, celestial balm,<br>The thought, like Angel's whisper,<br>My misery would calm.<br>And when, at early morning,<br>A faint flush comes to me,<br>Reflected from those glowing skies<br>I almost weep to see;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or when I catch the murmur<br>Of gently swaying trees,<br>Or hear the louder swelling<br>Of the soul-inspiring breeze,<br>And pant to feel its freshness<br>Upon my burning brow,<br>Or sigh to see the twinkling leaf,<br>And watch the waving bough;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, from these fruitless yearnings<br>Thou wouldst deliver me,<br>Say that the charms of Nature<br>Are lovely still to thee;<br>While I am thus repining,<br>O! let me but believe,<br>'These pleasures are not lost to her,'<br>And I will cease to grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, scorn not Nature's bounties!<br>My soul partakes with thee.<br>Drink bliss from all her fountains,<br>Drink for thyself and me!<br>Say not, 'My soul is buried<br>In dungeon gloom with thine;'<br>But say, 'His heart is here with me;<br>His spirit drinks with mine.'</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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