<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Constancy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dull were the days and sober,<br>The mountains were brown and bare,<br>For the season was sad October<br>And a dirge was in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mated starlings flew over<br>To the isles of the southern sea.<br>She wept for her warrior lover<br>Wept and exclaimed: 'Ah, me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Long years have I mourned my darling<br>In his battle-bed at rest;<br>And it's O, to be a starling,<br>With a mate to share my nest!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The angels pitied her sorrow,<br>Restoring her warrior's life;<br>And he came to her arms on the morrow<br>To claim her and take her to wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An aged lover-a portly,<br>Bald lover, a trifle too stiff,<br>With manners that would have been courtly,<br>And would have been graceful, if</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the angels had only restored him<br>Without the additional years<br>That had passed since the enemy bored him<br>To death with their long, sharp spears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As it was, he bored her, and she rambled<br>Away with her father's young groom,<br>And the old lover smiled as he ambled<br>Contentedly back to the tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</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=342758" data-title="Constancy de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Dull were the days and sober, The mountains were brown and bare, For the season was sad October And a dirge was in the air. The mated starlings flew over To the isles of the southern sea. She wept for her warrior lover Wept and exclaimed: 'Ah, me..."></div> </div> </div>

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