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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook,<br>Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,<br>And the winds and the birds and the limpid brook,<br>Murmur their dreams with a drowsy sound;<br>Who lies so still in the plushy moss,<br>With his pale cheek pressed on a breezy pillow,<br>Couched where the light and the shadow cross.<br>Through the flickering fringe of the willow?<br>Who lies, alas!<br>So still, so chill, in the whispering grass?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soldier clad in the Zouave dress,<br>A bright-haired man with his lips apart,<br>One hand thrown up o'er his frank, dead face,<br>And the other clutching his pulseless heart,<br>Lies here in the shadows, cool and dim,<br>His musket swept by a trailing bough,<br>With a careless grace in each quiet limb,<br>And a wound on his manly brow<br>A wound, alas!<br>Whence the warm blood drips on the quiet grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The violets peer from their dusky beds<br>With a tearful dew in their great pure eyes;<br>The lilies quiver their shining heads,<br>Their pale lips full of a sad surprise;<br>And the lizard darts through the glistening fern -<br>And the squirrel rustles the branches hoary;<br>Strange birds fly out, with a cry, to bathe<br>Their wings in the sunset glory;<br>While the shadows pass<br>O'er the quiet face and the dewy grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God pity the bride who waits at home.<br>With her lily cheeks and her violet eyes,<br>Dreaming the sweet old dreams of love,<br>While her lover is walking in Paradise;<br>God strengthen her heart as the days go by,<br>And the long, drear nights of her vigil follow,<br>Nor bird, nor moon, nor whispering wind,<br>May breathe the tale of the hollow;<br>Alas! Alas!<br>The secret is safe with the woodland grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,
And the winds and the birds and the limpid brook,
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Who lies so still in the plushy moss,
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