<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go talk to her, sweet flower,<br>To whom I fain would talk<br>Tell her I hour by hour<br>Pine on my own poor stalk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell her that I should live<br>Not quite so sore distressed,<br>If she to you would give<br>A throne upon her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell her that should she hie<br>To my parched plot to see<br>If I be dead, that I<br>No more should withered be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were dead, her feet<br>My spirit would revive,<br>As may her bosom sweet<br>Keep you, sweet flower, alive.</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=341448" data-title="Song de Alfred Austin" data-description="Go talk to her, sweet flower, To whom I fain would talk Tell her I hour by hour Pine on my own poor stalk. Tell her that I should live Not quite so sore distressed, If she to you would give A throne upon her breast. Tell her that should she hie ..."></div> </div> </div>

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