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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE is standing by her loved one's side, <br>A young and a fair and a gentle bride, <br>But mournfulness hath crost her face <br>Like shadows in a sunny place, <br>And wistfully her eye doth strain <br>Across the blue and distant main. <br>My home! my home!-I would I were <br>Again in joyous gladness there! <br>My home! my home!-I would I heard <br>The singing voice, like some small bird, <br>Of him, our mother's youngest child, <br>With light soft step, and features mild.- <br>I would I saw that dear one now, <br>With the proud eye and noble brow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose very errors were more loved <br>Than all our reason most approved. <br>And she, my fairy sister, she, <br>Who was the soul of childish glee; <br>Who loved me so-oh, let me hear <br>Once more those tones familiar, dear, <br>Which haunt my rest; and I will smile <br>Even as I used to do erewhile. <br>I know that some have fall'n asleep- <br>I know that some have learnt to weep- <br>But my heart never feels the same <br>As when those light steps round me came: <br>And sadness weighs my heavy eye <br>Beneath this cheerless stranger sky: <br>Tho' fewer now might round me come- <br>It is my home-my own old home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is back again in her sunny home, <br>And thick and fast the beatings come <br>Of that young heart, as round she sees <br>The same sweet flowers, the same old trees; <br>But they, the living flowers she loved, <br>Are they the same? are they unmoved?- <br>No-time which withers leaf and stem <br>Hath thrown his withering change o'er them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where there was mirth, is silence now- <br>Where there was joy, a darkened brow- <br>The bounding step hath given place <br>To the slow stealing mournful pace; <br>The proud bright eye is now less proud, <br>By time, and thought, and sickness bowed. <br>And the light singing voice no more <br>Its joyful carols echoes o'er, <br>But whispers; fearful some gay tone <br>May wake the thought of pleasures gone. <br>It is her home-but all in vain <br>Some lingering things unchanged remain: <br>The present wakes no smile-the past <br>Hath tears to bid its memory last. <br>She knew that some were gone-but oh! <br>She knew not-youth can never know <br>How furrowed o'er with silent thought <br>Are brows which grief and time have taught. <br>The murmuring of some shadowy word, <br>Which was a name-which now, unheard, <br>May wander thro' the clear cold sky, <br>Or wake the echo for reply: <br>The lingering pause in some bright spot <br>To dream of those who now are not: <br>The gaze that vainly seeks to trace <br>Lost feelings beaming on a face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where time and sorrow, guilt and care, <br>Have past and left their withering there:- <br>These are her joys; and she doth roam <br>Around her dear but desert home; <br>Peopling the vacant seats, till tears arise, <br>And blot the dim sweet vision from her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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A young and a fair and a gentle bride, 
But mournfulness hath crost her face 
Like shadows in a sunny place, 
And wistfully her eye doth strain 
Across the blue and distant main. 
My home! my home!-I would..."></div>
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