<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Suggested By The Fourteenth Of February - I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere the morn the East has crimsoned,<br>When the stars are twinkling there,<br>(As they did in Watts's Hymns, and<br>Made him wonder what they were<br>When the forest-nymphs are beading<br>Fern and flower with silvery dew -<br>My infallible proceeding<br>Is to wake, and think of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the hunter's ringing bugle<br>Sounds farewell to field and copse,<br>And I sit before my frugal<br>Meal of gravy-soup and chops:<br>When (as Gray remarks) 'the moping<br>Owl doth to the moon complain,'<br>And the hour suggests eloping -<br>Fly my thoughts to you again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May my dreams be granted never?<br>Must I aye endure affliction<br>Rarely realised, if ever,<br>In our wildest works of fiction?<br>Madly Romeo loved his Juliet;<br>Copperfield began to pine<br>When he hadn't been to school yet -<br>But their loves were cold to mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me hope, the least, the dimmest,<br>Ere I drain the poisoned cup:<br>Tell me I may tell the chymist<br>Not to make that arsenic up!<br>Else, this heart shall soon cease throbbing;<br>And when, musing o'er my bones,<br>Travellers ask, 'Who killed Cock Robin?'<br>They'll be told, 'Miss Sarah J-s.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355293" data-title="Lines Suggested By The Fourteenth Of February - I de Charles Stuart Calverley" data-description="Ere the morn the East has crimsoned, When the stars are twinkling there, (As they did in Watts's Hymns, and Made him wonder what they were When the forest-nymphs are beading Fern and flower with silvery dew - My infallible proceeding Is to wake, a..."></div> </div> </div>

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