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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! or you'll wake her. Softly tread!<br>She slumbers in her little bed.<br>What do I see? A coffin! Dead?<br>Yes, dead at break of morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no, it cannot, cannot be!<br>I know that I can wake her. See!<br>She only plays at sleep. Ma mie,<br>Kiss me, for it is morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, pretty, look! Within, without,<br>Snowdrops and hyacinths lie about.<br>Why don't you clutch them with a shout<br>Blither than birds of morning?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You used to clap your hands with glee,<br>When I brought flowers. ``Are these for me?''<br>Now, now, you neither scent nor see<br>These incense-buds of morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you not know me, pet? Speak! speak!<br>There is no answer in her cheek.<br>To find her now where shall I seek?-<br>Seek in the vanished morning!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What can I do to make her heed?<br>I am crying, love; I am indeed.<br>Open your eyes and see. What need<br>To tease me all the morning?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look! We will sally forth and play;<br>Ramble, and never ask our way,<br>Lessons and tasks all put away,<br>As though it were not morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We will do all that you desire,<br>And I will never, never tire<br>Of romping with you by the fire,<br>When 'tis no longer morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your favourite tales, oft told before,<br>I'll tell you, darling, o'er and o'er;<br>It never shall be bedtime more,<br>Will you but wake this morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not ask you to sit still;<br>You shall be naughty when you will;<br>Shall spill my ink and spoil my quill,<br>And squander all my morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! Alas! it is no cheat!<br>Quiet she lies from face to feet!<br>No smile, no sigh, no hue, no heat,<br>No earnest of the morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw high the sheet above her head.<br>She liked it, so. Dead? No, not dead.<br>The angels, hovering round her bed,<br>Will greet her in the morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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She slumbers in her little bed.
What do I see? A coffin! Dead?
Yes, dead at break of morning.

No, no, it cannot, cannot be!
I know that I can wake her. See!
She only plays at sleep. Ma mie,
Kiss me, for it ..."></div>
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