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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady Of La Garaye - A Threnody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be <br>Alone and free, <br>Uninterrupted by his mournful words, <br>Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords <br>Hung on a leafless tree,-- <br>He will not leave us: we resolve in vain <br>To chase him forth--for he returns again, <br>Pining incessantly! <br>In the old pathways of our lost delights <br>He walks on sunny days and starlit nights, <br>Answering our restless moan, <br>With,--'I am here alone, <br>My brother Joy is gone--for ever gone! <br>Round your decaying home <br>The Spring indeed is come, <br>The leaves are thrilling with a sense of life, <br>The sap of flowers is rife, <br>But where is Joy, Heaven's messenger,--bright Joy,-- <br>That curled and radiant boy, <br>Who was the younger brother of my heart? <br>Why let ye him whom I so loved depart? <br>Call him once more, <br>And let us all be glad, as heretofore!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, urged and stung by Memory, we go forth, <br>And wander south and north, <br>Deeming Joy may yet answer to our yearning; <br>But all is blank and bare: <br>The silent air <br>Echoes no pleasant shout of his returning. <br>Yet somewhere--somewhere, by the pathless woods, <br>Or silver rippling floods, <br>He wanders as he wandered once with us; <br>Through bright arcades of cities populous; <br>Or else in deserts rude, <br>Happy in solitude, <br>And choosing only Youth to be his mate, <br>He leaves us to our fate. <br>We hear his distant laughter as we go, <br>Pacing, ourselves, with Woe,-- <br>Both us he hath outstripped for evermore! <br>Seek him not in the wood, <br>Where the sweet ring-doves ever murmuring brood; <br>Nor on the hill, nor by the golden shore: <br>Others inherit that which once was ours; <br>The freshness of the hours,-- <br>The sparkling of the early morning rime, <br>The evanescent glory of the time! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With them, in some sweet glade, <br>Warm with a summer shade, <br>Or where white clover, blooming fresh and wild, <br>Breathes like the kisses of a little child, <br>He lingers now:--we call him back in vain <br>To our world's snow and rain; <br>The bower we built him when he was our guest <br>Life's storms have beaten down, <br>And he far off hath flown, <br>And buildeth where there is a sunnier nest; <br>Or, closing rainbow wings and laughing eyes, <br>He lieth basking 'neath the open skies, <br>Taking his rest <br>On the soft moss of some unbroken ground, <br>Where sobs did never sound. <br>Oh! give him up: confess that Joy has gone: <br>He met you at the source of Life's bright river; <br>And if he hath passed on, <br>'Tis that his task is done, <br>He hath no future message to deliver, <br>But leaves you lone and still for ever and for ever!</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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Alone and free, 
Uninterrupted by his mournful words, 
Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords 
Hung on a leafless tree,-- 
He will not leave us: we resolve in vain 
To chase him forth--for he re..."></div>
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