<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Francisca</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Francisca walks in the shadow of night,<br>But 'tis not to gaze on the heavenly light—<br>But if she sits in her garden bower,<br>'Tis not for the sake of its blowing flower.<br>She listens—but not for the nightingale—<br>Though her ear expects as soft a tale.<br>There winds a step through the foliage thick,<br>And her cheek grows pale—and her heart beats quick.<br>There whispers a voice thro' the rustling leaves,<br>A moment more—and they shall meet—<br>'Tis past—her Lover's at her feet.</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> <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=116877" data-title="Francisca de Byron" data-description="Francisca walks in the shadow of night,/But 'tis not to gaze on the heavenly light—/But if she sits in her garden bower,/'Tis not for the sake of its blowing flower./She listens—but not for the nightingale—/Though her ear expects as soft a t..."></div> </div> </div>

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