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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas to the Po</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">River, that rollest by the ancient walls,<br>Where dwells the lady of my love, when she<br>Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls<br>A faint and fleeting memory of me;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if thy deep and ample stream should be<br>A mirror of my heart, where she may read<br>The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee,<br>Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do I say -a mirror of my heart?<br>Are not thy waters sweeping, dark, and strong?<br>Such as my feelings were and are, thou art;<br>And such as thou art were my passions long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time may have somewhat tamed them, -not for ever;<br>Thou overflow'st thy banks, and not for aye<br>The bosom overboils, congenial river!<br>Thy floods subside, and mine have sunk away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But left long wrecks behind, and now again,<br>Born in our old unchanged career, we move;<br>Thou tendest wildly onwards to the main,<br>And I -to loving one I should not love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The current I behold will sweep beneath<br>Her native walls and murmur at her feet;<br>Her eyes will look on thee, when she shall breathe<br>The twilight air, unharmed by summer's heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She will look on thee, -I have looked on thee,<br>Full of that thought; and, from that moment, ne'er<br>Thy waters could I dream of, name, or see,<br>Without the inseparable sigh for her!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream, -<br>Yes! they will meet the wave I gaze on now:<br>Mine cannot witness, even in a dream,<br>That happy wave repass me in its flow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wave that bears my tears returns no more:<br>Will she return by whom that wave shall sweep?<br>Both tread thy banks, both wander on thy shore,<br>I by thy source, she by the dark-blue deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that which keepeth us apart is not<br>Distance, nor depth of wave, nor space of earth,<br>But the distraction of a various lot,<br>As various as the climates of our birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A stranger loves the lady of the land,<br>Born far beyond the mountains, but his blood<br>Is all meridian, as if never fanned<br>By the black wind that chills the polar flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My blood is all meridian; were it not,<br>I had not left my clime, nor should I be,<br>In spite of tortures, ne'er to be forgot,<br>A slave again of love, -at least of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis vain to struggle -let me perish young -<br>Live as I lived, and love as I have loved;<br>To dust if I return, from dust I sprung,<br>And then, at least, my heart can ne'er be moved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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