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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had thought thou couldst have died, <br>I might not weep for thee; <br>But I forgot, when by thy side, <br>That thou couldst mortal be: <br>It never through my mind had past<br>The time would e'er be o'er, <br>And I on thee should look my last, <br>And thou shouldst smile no more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still upon that face I look, <br>And think 'twill smile again; <br>And still the thought I will not brook, <br>That I must look in vain. <br>But when I speak—thou dost not say <br>What thou ne'er left'st unsaid; <br>And now I feel, as well I may, <br>Sweet Mary, thou art dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, <br>All cold and all serene— <br>I still might press thy silent heart, <br>And where thy smiles have been. <br>While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, <br>Thou seemest still mine own; <br>But there—I lay thee in thy grave, <br>And I am now alone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not think, where'er thou art, <br>Thou hast forgotten me; <br>And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart <br>In thinking too of thee: <br>Yet there was round thee such a dawn <br>Of light ne'er seen before, <br>As fancy never could have drawn, <br>And never can restore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Wolfe">Charles Wolfe</a><div class=q>
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I might not weep for thee; 
But I forgot, when by thy side, 
That thou couldst mortal be: 
It never through my mind had past
The time would e'er be o'er, 
And I on thee should look my last, 
And thou shoul..."></div>
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