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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Parting (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady of Alzerno's hall<br> Is waiting for her lord;<br>The blackbird's song, the cuckoo's call<br> No joy to her afford.<br>She smiles not at the summer's sun,<br> Nor at the winter's blast;<br>She mourns that she is still alone<br>Though three long years have passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew her when her eye was bright,<br>I knew her when her step was light<br>And blithesome as a mountain doe's,<br>And when her cheek was like the rose,<br>And when her voice was full and free,<br>And when her smile was sweet to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the lustre of her eye,<br>So dimmed with many a tear;<br>Her footstep's elasticity,<br>Is tamed with grief and fear;<br>The rose has left her hollow cheeks;<br>In low and mournful tone she speaks,<br>And when she smiles 'tis but a gleam<br>Of sunshine on a winter's day,<br>That faintly beams through dreary clouds,<br>And in a moment dies away.<br>It does not warm, it does not cheer,<br>It makes us sigh for summer days<br>When fields are green, and skies are clear,<br>And when the sun has kinder rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For three years she has waited there,<br>Still hoping for her lord's return,<br>But vainly she may hope and fear<br>And vainly watch and weep and mourn;<br>She may wait him till her hairs are grey,<br>And she may wear her life away,<br>But to his lady and his home<br>Her noble lord will never come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wish I knew the worst,' she said,<br>'I wish I could despair.<br>These fruitless hopes, this constant dread,<br>Are more than I can bear!' --<br>'Then do not hope and do not weep,<br>He loved thee faithfully,<br>And nothing short of death could keep<br>So true a heart from thee;<br>Eliza, he would never go,<br>And leave thee thus to mourn,<br>He must be dead, for death alone<br>Could hinder his return.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas thus I spoke because I felt<br>As if my heart would break,<br>To see her thus so slowly pining<br>For Alzerno's sake.<br>But more than that I would not tell,<br>Though all the while I knew so well<br>The time and nature of his death.<br>For when he drew his parting breath<br>His head was pillowed on my knee,<br>And his dark eyes were turned to me<br>With and agonised heart-breaking glance,<br>Until they saw me not --<br>O, the look of a dying man<br>Can never be forgot --!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alexandrina Zenobia<br>1837</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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The lady of Alzerno's hall
 Is waiting for her lord;
The blackbird's song, the cuckoo's call
 No joy to her afford.
She smiles not at the summer's sun,
 Nor at the winter's blast;
She mourns that she is still alone
Though three long years have..."></div>
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