<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A *****</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My own Annette! my own Annette!<br>How often turn my thoughts to thee,<br>And those sweet hours when erst we met,<br>And shared our thoughts in converse free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around me the soft moonshine pours<br>A quiet flood of silver light;<br>And thus o'er memory's hoarded stores,<br>The star of thought is gleaming bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, though long years have glided past,<br>Since last thy hand was clasp'd in mine,<br>The chain that friendship o'er us cast,<br>Hath felt no link of love untwine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we may meet in other hours,<br>And love where we have loved, again;<br>And talk of all the early flowers<br>We gather'd on life's by-past plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there are stronger ties than ours,<br>Remorseless rent by cruel hands;<br>Torn hearts, o'er which no future hours<br>Shall fling again the sever'd bands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! let us weep with those who weep,<br>Beneath oppression's crushing hand;<br>And in our thoughts their anguish keep<br>Who till in tears our guilty land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><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=117592" data-title="To A ***** de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="My own Annette! my own Annette!/How often turn my thoughts to thee,/And those sweet hours when erst we met,/And shared our thoughts in converse free!/Around me the soft moonshine pours/A quiet flood of silver light;/And thus o'er memory's hoarded ..."></div> </div> </div>

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