<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Parting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends, while yet we part,<br>And heart can yet be heard of heart,<br>O tell me then, for what is it<br>Our early plan of life we quit;<br>From all our old intentions range,<br>And why does all so wholly change?<br>O tell me, friends, while yet we part!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends, while yet we part,<br>The rays that from the centre start<br>Within the orb of one warm sun,<br>Unless I err, have once begun,<br>Why is it thus they still diverge?<br>And whither tends the course they urge?<br>O tell me, friends, while yet we part!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends, while yet ye hear,<br>May it not be, some coming year,<br>These ancient paths that here divide<br>Shall yet again run side by side,<br>And you from there, and I from here,<br>All on a sudden reappear?<br>O tell me, friends, while yet ye hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends, ye hardly hear,<br>And if indeed ye did, I fear<br>Ye would not say, ye would not speak,<br>Are you so strong, am I so weak,<br>And yet, how much so e’er I yearn,<br>Can I not follow, nor you turn?<br>O tell me, friends, ye hardly hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends, ere words are o’er,<br>There’s something in me sad and sore<br>Repines, and underneath my eyes<br>I feel a somewhat that would rise,<br>O tell me, O my friends, and you,<br>Do you feel nothing like it too?<br>O tell me, friends, ere words are o’er!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, friends that are no more,<br>Do you, too, think ere it is o’er<br>Old times shall yet come round as erst,<br>And we be friends, as we were first?<br>Or do you judge that all is vain,<br>Except that rule that none complain?<br>O tell me, friends that are no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</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=118201" data-title="Parting de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="O tell me, friends, while yet we part,/And heart can yet be heard of heart,/O tell me then, for what is it/Our early plan of life we quit;/From all our old intentions range,/And why does all so wholly change?/O tell me, friends, while yet we part!..."></div> </div> </div>

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