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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover being upon the Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O HAPPY dames! that may embrace <br> The fruit of your delight, <br>Help to bewail the woful case <br> And eke the heavy plight <br>Of me, that wonted to rejoice <br>The fortune of my pleasant choice: <br>Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In ship, freight with rememberance <br> Of thoughts and pleasures past, <br>He sails that hath in governance <br> My life while it will last: <br>With scalding sighs, for lack of gale, <br>Furthering his hope, that is his sail, <br>Toward me, the swete port of his avail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! how oft in dreams I see <br> Those eyes that were my food; <br>Which sometime so delighted me, <br> That yet they do me good: <br>Wherewith I wake with his return <br>Whose absent flame did make me burn: <br>But when I find the lack, Lord! how I mourn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When other lovers in arms across <br> Rejoice their chief delight, <br>Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss <br> I stand the bitter night <br>In my window where I may see <br>Before the winds how the clouds flee: <br>Lo! what a mariner love hath made me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in green waves when the salt flood <br> Doth rise by rage of wind, <br>A thousand fancies in that mood <br> Assail my restless mind. <br>Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe, <br>That with the spoil of my heart did go, <br>And left me; but alas! why did he so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the seas wax calm again <br> To chase fro me annoy, <br>My doubtful hope doth cause me plain; <br> So dread cuts off my joy. <br>Thus is my wealth mingled with woe <br>And of each thought a doubt doth grow; <br>--Now he comes! Will he come? Alas! no, no.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</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=345545" data-title="Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover being upon the Sea de Anonymous" data-description="O HAPPY dames! that may embrace The fruit of your delight, Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice The fortune of my pleasant choice: Good ladies, help to fill ..."></div> </div> </div>
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