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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME to the grave--the silent grave! and dream <br>Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, <br>That those who heard her laugh, would laugh again, <br>Echoing the mirth of such an innocent spirit; <br>And pause in their own converse, to look round, <br>Won by the witchery of that gleesome tone. <br>Come to the grave--the lone dark grave! and dream <br>Of eyes whose brilliancy was of the soul, <br>Eyes which, with one bright flash from their dark lids, <br>Seemed at a glance to read the thoughts of others; <br>Or, with a full entire tenderness, <br>The pure expression of all-perfect love, <br>(Of woman's love, which is for you alone, <br>While your's is for yourself)--gave in that look <br>The promise of a life of meek affection. <br>Come to the grave--the mouldering grave! and dream <br>Of a fair form that glided over earth <br>One of its happiest creatures:--to her cheek </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightest word might bring the blushing blood <br>In pure carnation;--down her graceful neck, <br>The long rich curls of jet hung carelessly, <br>Untortured by the cunning hand of art: <br>And on her brow, bright purity and joy, <br>Twin sisters, sate,--as on a holy throne. <br>Come yet unto the grave--the still, damp grave! <br>And dream of a young heart that beat with life, <br>And all life's best affections; of a heart <br>Where sorrow never came, nor fear, nor sin-- <br>Nor aught save innocence, and perfect love: <br>And, having dreamed of such a lovely being-- <br>So gay, so bright, so pure, so fond, so meek-- <br>Having thus conjured up a form of love <br>In thine own pausing and regretful mind;-- <br>A vision will be present to thy soul, <br>A faint, but faithful portraiture, of one <br>Most dearly loved, and now for ever lost!</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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Of a light, happy voice--so full of joy, 
That those who heard her laugh, would laugh again, 
Echoing the mirth of such an innocent spirit; 
And pause in their own converse, to look round, 
Won by th..."></div>
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