<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thora's Song ('Ashtaroth')</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We severed in Autumn early,<br>Ere the earth was torn by the plough;<br>The wheat and the oats and the barley<br>Are ripe for the harvest now.<br>We sunder'd one misty morning<br>Ere the hills were dimm'd by the rain;<br>Through the flowers those hills adorning --<br>Thou comest not back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is heavy and weary<br>With the weight of a weary soul;<br>The mid-day glare grows dreary,<br>And dreary the midnight scroll.<br>The corn-stalks sigh for the sickle,<br>'Neath the load of their golden grain;<br>I sigh for a mate more fickle --<br>Thou comest not back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warm sun riseth and setteth,<br>The night bringeth moistening dew,<br>But the soul that longeth forgetteth<br>The warmth and the moisture too.<br>In the hot sun rising and setting<br>There is naught save feverish pain;<br>There are tears in the night-dews wetting --<br>Thou comest not back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy voice in my ear still mingles<br>With the voices of whisp'ring trees,<br>Thy kiss on my cheek still tingles<br>At each kiss of the summer breeze.<br>While dreams of the past are thronging<br>For substance of shades in vain,<br>I am waiting, watching and longing --<br>Thou comest not back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waiting and watching ever,<br>Longing and lingering yet;<br>Leaves rustle and corn-stalks quiver,<br>Winds murmur and waters fret.<br>No answer they bring, no greeting,<br>No speech, save that sad refrain,<br>Nor voice, save an echo repeating --<br>He cometh not back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</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=339887" data-title="Thora's Song ('Ashtaroth') de Adam Lindsay Gordon" data-description="We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the barley Are ripe for the harvest now. We sunder'd one misty morning Ere the hills were dimm'd by the rain; Through the flowers those hills adorning -- ..."></div> </div> </div>

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