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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Regret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOFTLY Death touched her and she passed away<br>Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,<br>Sweet as the apple-blossoms, when in May<br>The orchards flush, of summer grown aware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that fresh delicate beauty gone from sight,<br>That gentle, gracious presence felt no more!<br>How must the house be emptied of delight,<br>What shadows on the threshold she passed o’er!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loved me. Surely I was grateful, yet<br>I could not give her back all she gave me, —<br>Ever I think of it with vain regret,<br>Musing upon a summer by the sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembering troops of merry girls who pressed<br>About me, — clinging arms and tender eyes,<br>And love, like scent of roses. With the rest<br>She came to fill my heart with new surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day I left them all and sailed away,<br>While o’er the calm sea, ‘neath the soft gray sky<br>They waved farewell, she followed me, to say<br>Yet once again her wistful, sweet “good by.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the boat’s bow she drooped; her light green dress<br>Swept o’er the skiff in many a graceful fold,<br>Her glowing face, bright with a mute caress,<br>Crowned with her lovely hair of shadowy gold:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tears she dropped into the crystal brine<br>For me, unworthy, as we slowly swung<br>Free of the mooring. Her last look was mine,<br>Seeking me still the motley crowd among.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tender memory of the dead I hold<br>So precious through the fret and change of years<br>Were I to live till Time itself grew old,<br>The sad sea would be sadder for those tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Celia+Thaxter">Celia Thaxter</a><div class=q>
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Out of this glad, bright world she made more fair,
Sweet as the apple-blossoms, when in May
The orchards flush, of summer grown aware.

All that fresh delicate beauty gone from sight,
That gentle, graci..."></div>
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