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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341396" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If you were mine, if you were mine,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">`If you were mine, if you were mine,<br>The day would dawn, the stars would shine,<br>The sun would set, the moon arise,<br>In holier and yet heavenlier skies.<br>Then unto me the Year would bring<br>A younger April, fresher Spring.<br>I should not then seek sylvan ways<br>For primrose clusters, woodbine sprays,<br>To hear the mavis' matin tale,<br>Or nocturn of the nightingale.<br>For at your coming there would pass<br>A glow, a glory, o'er the grass,<br>The flowers would in your gaze rejoice,<br>The wildwood carol in your voice,<br>Returning gleam chase lingering gloom,<br>And life be never out of bloom,<br>If you were mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`If you were mine, I should not know<br>In what fair month the roses blow,<br>When the pure lily bares her brow,<br>Or ringdoves coo their nuptial vow.<br>For, with your hand soft-clasped in mine,<br>I still should smell the eglantine,<br>And, wheresoe'er our steps should stray,<br>The incense of the new-mown hay.<br>By restless wave or restful mere,<br>In wanderings far or wanderings near,<br>On cheerful down, in pensive glen,<br>It would be always Summer then,<br>If you were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`If you were mine, I should not fear<br>The warnings of the waning year,<br>The garnering sickle, girdled sheaf,<br>The falling acorn, floating leaf,<br>Moisture of eve and haze of morn,<br>Pearls turned to rubies on the thorn,<br>The silvering tress on fading brow,<br>The dimples that are furrows now.<br>For, leaving summits once I clomb,<br>With you, would seem but wending home.<br>Leaning on love in life's decline,<br>More sweet the shadow than the shine,<br>The cushat's perch than swallow's wing,<br>And Autumn peace than pomp of Spring,<br>If you were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`If you were mine, how then should I<br>Heed frozen fallow, churlish sky,<br>Bleak, songless branches, sapless rind,<br>The wailing of the homeless wind,<br>The dwindling days, the deepening snow,<br>The dull, dead weight of wintry woe?<br>For, harkening to the Christmas peal<br>Without, our hearts within would feel,<br>In glowing rafter, flickering blaze,<br>The sunshine of departed days,<br>And round the hearth dear memories swarm<br>To keep life young, to keep love warm,<br>If you were mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Yet you are mine, yes, you are mine.<br>No length of land, no breadth of brine,<br>Can keep whom spirit links, apart,<br>Or make an exile of the heart.<br>And when from soul, no more the thrall<br>Of sense, the fleshly fetters fall,<br>And, purified by combats past,<br>Long-martyred love is crowned at last,<br>You then before the Heavenly Throne<br>Will take my hand, nor blush to own,<br>That you were mine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When June is wreathed with wilding rose <br>When June is wreathed with wilding rose,<br>And all the buds are blown,<br>And O, 'tis joy to dream and doze<br>In meadows newly mown,<br>Go take her where the graylings leap,<br>And where the dabchick dives,<br>Or where the bees from clover reap<br>The harvest for their hives;<br>For Summer is the season when,<br>If you but know the way,<br>A maid that's kissed will kiss again,<br>And pelt you with the hay,<br>The hay,<br>And pelt you with the hay.</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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The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
The sun would set, the moon arise,
In holier and yet heavenlier skies.
Then unto me the Year would bring
A younger April, fresher Spring.
I should not then seek sylvan..."></div>
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