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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tryst</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ambrose stood at the cottage step<br>A bouquet in his hand, <br>He'd come to woo sweet Adeline<br>From a strange and far off land, <br>They'd known each other since children, and<br>They'd made to each a vow: <br>‘I never will love another more<br>Than I love you, even now! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'd played in the heat of the summer sun, <br>They'd played in the autumn shade, <br>But winter carried him far from home<br>And the love that they'd almost made, <br>They wrote through spring and the summer's height<br>They wrote right through to the fall, <br>But the winter chills saw the postman fill<br>No letterbox at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His letters came back, duly stamped<br>‘Not known at this address! '<br>He grieved as the spring made true love sing<br>Anew in his sorrowing breast, <br>He bought a ticket and travelled home<br>Third Class, by Packet Steam, <br>But fretted all of the way across<br>For the love of his Adeline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knocked at the cottage door where she<br>Had lived when the world was good, <br>But the knocker made an echoing sound<br>On the door, where Ambrose stood, <br>The flowers she'd tended lovingly<br>Were dead in the window box, <br>Except for a patch of colour there, <br>A clump of forget-me-nots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knocked, and then he knocked again, <br>There came no patter of feet, <br>Only the sound of silence there<br>As he felt his own heart beat, <br>He little knew as he turned away<br>That a bier stood in the hall, <br>And the coffin that lay there sombrely<br>Knew nothing of life at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd ceased to write when she caught the sight<br>Of the blood on her handkerchief, <br>And the winter cough said clear enough<br>That there'd be no summer heat, <br>She lay in the coffin, sweetly dressed, <br>With a note beside her brow: <br>‘I never will love another more<br>Than I love you, even now! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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A bouquet in his hand, 
He'd come to woo sweet Adeline
From a strange and far off land, 
They'd known each other since children, and
They'd made to each a vow: 
‘I never will love another more
Than I love you, e..."></div>
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