<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Living Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Matron! the children of whose love,<br>Each to his grave, in youth have passed,<br>And now the mould is heaped above<br>The dearest and the last!<br>Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil<br>Before the wedding flowers are pale!<br>Ye deem the human heart endures<br>No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet there are pangs of keener wo,<br>Of which the sufferers never speak,<br>Nor to the world's cold pity show<br>The tears that scald the cheek,<br>Wrung from their eyelids by the shame<br>And guilt of those they shrink to name,<br>Whom once they loved, with cheerful will,<br>And love, though fallen and branded, still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep, ye who sorrow for the dead,<br>Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;<br>And graceful are the tears ye shed,<br>And honoured ye who grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The praise of those who sleep in earth,<br>The pleasant memory of their worth,<br>The hope to meet when life is past,<br>Shall heal the tortured mind at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ye, who for the living lost<br>That agony in secret bear,<br>Who shall with soothing words accost<br>The strength of your despair?<br>Grief for your sake is scorn for them<br>Whom ye lament and all condemn;<br>And o'er the world of spirits lies<br>A gloom from which ye turn your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><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=116430" data-title="The Living Lost de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Matron! the children of whose love,/Each to his grave, in youth have passed,/And now the mould is heaped above/The dearest and the last!/Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil/Before the wedding flowers are pale!/Ye deem the human heart endures/No ..."></div> </div> </div>

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