<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass,<br>Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise!<br>The brightest moments of the morning pass-<br>Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies.<br>Go up! go up! and melt into the blue,<br>And to heaven's veil on wings of song repair;<br>But, ere thou dost descend to earth, peep through,<br>And see if She be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet stockdove! cooing in the flushing wood,<br>On one green bough brooding till morn hath died,<br>Oh, leave the perch where thou too long hast stood,<br>And with strong wings flutter the leaves aside!<br>Fly on, fly on, past feathery copse, nor stay<br>Till thou hast skimmed o'er all the woodlands fair!<br>And when thou hast, then speeding back thy way,<br>Tell me if She be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet breeze! that, wearied with the heat of noon,<br>Upon a bank of daffodils didst die,<br>Oh, if thou lov'st me, quit thy perfumed swoon,<br>And, all refreshed, hither and thither hie.<br>Traverse the glades where browse the dappled deer,<br>Thrid the deep dells where none but thou mayst dare;<br>And then, sweet breeze, returning, to my ear<br>Whisper if She be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet rivulet! running far too fast to stay,<br>Yet hear my plaint, e'en as thou rollest on!<br>I am alone-alone-both night and day,<br>For she I love was with me, and is gone.<br>Oh, shouldst thou find her on the golden beach<br>Whither thou speedest ocean's joys to share,<br>Remount thy course, despite what sophists teach,<br>And tell me She is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not there! Nor there! Not in the far-off sky,<br>Close-keeping woods, or by the shining sea!<br>When lark, dove, breeze, and rivulet vainly try<br>To find my sweet-oh, where then may she be?<br>Hath she then left me-me she vowed so dear,<br>And she whose shadow dusks all other charms?<br>O foolish messengers! Look, look! She's here,<br>Enfolded in my arms!</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> <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=341416" data-title="Lost de Alfred Austin" data-description="Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass, Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise! The brightest moments of the morning pass- Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies. Go up! go up! and melt into the blue, And to heaven's veil on wings ..."></div> </div> </div>

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