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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mariana In The South</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With one black shadow at its feet,<br> The house thro' all the level shines,<br> Close-latticed to the brooding heat,<br> And silent in its dusty vines:<br> A faint-blue ridge upon the right,<br> An empty river-bed before,<br> And shallows on a distant shore,<br> In glaring sand and inlets bright.<br> But "Aye Mary," made she moan,<br> And "Aye Mary," night and morn,<br> And "Ah," she sang, "to be all alone,<br> To live forgotten, and love forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She, as her carol sadder grew,<br> From brow and bosom slowly down<br> Thro' rosy taper fingers drew<br> Her streaming curls of deepest brown<br> To left and right, and made appear,<br> Still-lighted in a secret shrine,<br> Her melancholy eyes divine,<br> The home of woe without a tear.<br> And "Aye Mary," was her moan,<br> "Madonna, sad is night and morn;"<br> And "Ah," she sang, "to be all alone,<br> To live forgotten, and love forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till all the crimson changed, and past<br> Into deep orange o'er the sea,<br> Low on her knees herself she cast,<br> Before Our Lady murmur'd she:<br> Complaining, "Mother, give me grace<br> To help me of my weary load."<br> And on the liquid mirror glow'd<br> The clear perfection of her face.<br> "Is this the form," she made her moan,<br> "That won his praises night and morn?"<br> And "Ah," she said, "but I wake alone,<br> I sleep forgotten, I wake forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor bird would sing, nor lamb would bleat,<br> Nor any cloud would cross the vault,<br> But day increased from heat to heat,<br> On stony drought and steaming salt;<br> Till now at noon she slept again,<br> And seem'd knee-deep in mountain grass,<br> And heard her native breezes pass,<br> And runlets babbling down the glen.<br> She breathed in sleep a lower moan,<br> And murmuring, as at night and morn<br> She thought, "My spirit is here alone,<br> Walks forgotten, and is forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dreaming, she knew it was a dream:<br> She felt he was and was not there.<br> She woke: the babble of the stream<br> Fell, and, without, the steady glare<br> Shrank one sick willow sere and small.<br> The river-bed was dusty-white;<br> And all the furnace of the light<br> Struck up against the blinding wall.<br> She whisper'd, with a stifled moan<br> More inward than at night or morn,<br> "Sweet Mother, let me not here alone<br> Live forgotten and die forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And, rising, from her bosom drew<br> Old letters, breathing of her worth,<br> For "Love", they said, "must needs be true,<br> To what is loveliest upon earth."<br> An image seem'd to pass the door,<br> To look at her with slight, and say,<br> "But now thy beauty flows away,<br> So be alone for evermore."<br> "O cruel heart," she changed her tone,<br> "And cruel love, whose end is scorn,<br> Is this the end to be left alone,<br> To live forgotten, and die forlorn?" </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But sometimes in the falling day<br> An image seem'd to pass the door,<br> To look into her eyes and say,<br> "But thou shalt be alone no more."<br> And flaming downward over all<br> From heat to heat the day decreased,<br> And slowly rounded to the east<br> The one black shadow from the wall.<br> "The day to night," she made her moan,<br> "The day to night, the night to morn,<br> And day and night I am left alone<br> To live forgotten, and love forlorn." </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At eve a dry cicala sung,<br> There came a sound as of the sea;<br> Backward the lattice-blind she flung,<br> And lean'd upon the balcony.<br> There all in spaces rosy-bright<br> Large Hesper glitter'd on her tears,<br> And deepening thro' the silent spheres<br> Heaven over Heaven rose the night.<br> And weeping then she made her moan,<br> "The night comes on that knows not morn,<br> When I shall cease to be all alone,<br> To live forgotten, and love forlorn."</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=341699" data-title="Mariana In The South de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And silent in its dusty vines: A faint-blue ridge upon the right, An empty river-bed before, And shallows 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