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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117941" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Isa in Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,<br>She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven! — Young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Where is she now?<br> Oh! Isa! tell me where thou art?<br> If death has laid his hand upon thy brow,<br> Has he not touched my heart?<br>Has he not laid it in the grave with thine,<br>And buried all my joys?—Speak! thou art mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  If thou were dead,<br> I would not ask thee to reply;<br> But thou art living—thy dear soul has fled<br> To heaven, where it can never die!<br>Then why not come to me? Return—return<br>And comfort me, for I have much to mourn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I sigh all day!<br> I mourn for thee the livelong night!<br> And when the next night comes, thou art away,<br> And so is absent my delight!<br>Oh! as the lone dove for his absent mate,<br>So is my soul for thee disconsolate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I long for death—<br> For any thing—to be with thee!<br> I did inhale, alas! thy dying breath,<br> That it might have some power on me<br>To make me what thou art!—but, thou art dead!<br>And I am here!—it strengthened me instead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Joy there is none—<br> It went into the grave with thee!<br> And grief, because my spirit is alone,<br> Is all that comes to comfort me!<br>The very air I breathe is turned to sighs,<br>And all mine soul is melting from mine eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I hear, at even,<br> The liquid carol of birds;<br> Their music makes me think of thee in heaven,<br> It is so much like thy sweet words.<br>The brooklet whispers, as it runs along,<br>Our first love-story with its liquid tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Wake, Isa! wake!<br> And come back in this world again!<br> Oh! come down to me, for my soul's dear sake,<br> And cure me of this trying pain!<br>I would give all that earth to man can be,<br>If thou wert only in this world with me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Day after day<br> I seek thee, but thou art not near!<br> I sit down on thy grave in the cold clay,<br> And listen for thy soul!—oh! dear!<br>And when some withered leaf falls from the tree,<br>I start as if thy soul had spoke to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And so it is,<br> And so it ever more must ever be<br> To him, who has been robbed of all the bliss<br> He ever knew, by loving thee!<br>For misery, in thine absence, is my wife!<br>What joy had been, hadst thou remained in life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  It is now even;<br> The birds have sung themselves to sleep;<br> And all the stars seem coming out of heaven,<br> As if to look upon me weep!—<br>Oh! let me not look up to thee in vain,<br>But come back to me in this world again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Holley+Chivers">Thomas Holley Chivers</a><div class=q>
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