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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PEACE, your little child is dead: <br> Peace, I cannot weep with you; <br> I have no more tears to shed; <br> I have mourned my baby too— <br> I, that ne'er was wooed or wed. <br> Love has looked within your eyes, <br> Love has filled your hungry heart; <br> You have borne the babe, your prize; <br> You have blossomed, done your part, <br> Though the flower faded lies. <br> But to me was love denied— <br> God had said it might not be; <br> Still my hungry hopes abide; <br> All the motherhood in me <br> Aches—and starves, unsatisfied. <br> How my soul has yearned for thee, <br> Sweet, sweet unborn child of mine! <br> How thy life would tenderly <br> Round thy mother's life entwine— <br> Hope of hopes that may not be. <br> How thy hands would pluck my breast! <br> I have felt them o'er and o'er, <br> And thy soft, sweet skin caressed, <br> Baby mine I never bore! <br> Did I dream so?—dreams are best. <br> <br> You have nothing now to fear, <br> Mother; you have fondled him, <br> Held his pretty face so near, <br> Laid your lips to each soft limb— <br> He is dead, but he was dear. <br> You have something you may mourn, <br> Some sweet memory to kiss; <br> I am lonelier, more forlorn; <br> God has left me only this— <br> My sweet babe that was not born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 Peace, I cannot weep with you; 
 I have no more tears to shed; 
 I have mourned my baby too— 
 I, that ne'er was wooed or wed. 
 Love has looked within your eyes, 
 Love has filled your hungry heart; 
 You hav..."></div>
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