<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’<br>OVID.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ask ye why these sad tears stream?<br> Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?<br>I had a dream–a lovely dream,<br> Of her that in the grave is sleeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her as ’twas yesterday,<br> The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;<br>And round her play’d a golden ray,<br> And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With angel-hand she swept a lyre,<br> A garland red with roses bound it;<br>Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire<br> And amaranth was woven round it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her mid the realms of light,<br> In everlasting radiance gleaming;<br>Co-equal with the seraphs bright,<br> Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I strove to reach her, when, behold,<br> Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,<br>And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,<br> Faded in air–a lovely vision!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I awoke, but oh! to me<br> That waking hour was doubly weary;<br>And yet I could not envy thee,<br> Although so blest, and I so dreary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</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=341609" data-title="‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’ de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?' ‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? I had a dream–a lovely dream, Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as..."></div> </div> </div>

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