<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mnemosyne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s autumn in the country I remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How warm a wind blew here about the ways! <br>And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber <br>During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s cold abroad the country I remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain <br>At midday with a wing aslant and limber; <br>And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s empty down the country I remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a sister lovely in my sight: <br>Her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre; <br>We sang together in the woods at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s lonely in the country I remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The babble of our children fills my ears, <br>And on our hearth I stare the perished ember <br>To flames that show all starry thro’ my tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s dark about the country I remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are the mountains where I lived. The path <br>Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber, <br>The stumps are twisted by the tempests’ wrath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that I knew these places are my own, <br>I’d ask how came such wretchedness to cumber <br>The earth, and I to people it alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It rains across the country I remember.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Trumbull+Stickney">Trumbull Stickney</a> from <i>Dramatic Verses</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=124569" data-title="Mnemosyne de Trumbull Stickney" data-description="It’s autumn in the country I remember. /How warm a wind blew here about the ways! /And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber /During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. /It’s cold abroad the country I remember. /The swallows veering skimmed t..."></div> </div> </div>

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