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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the Midsummer, when the hay was down,<br>Said I mournful - Though my life be in its prime,<br>Bare lie my meadows all shorn before their time,<br>O'er my sere woodlands the leaves are turning brown;<br>It is the hot Midsummer, when the hay is down.<br>At the Midsummer, when the hay was down,<br>Stood she by the brooklet, young and very fair,<br>With the first white bindweed twisted in her hair -<br>Hair that drooped like birch-boughs, all in her simple gown -<br>That eve in high Midsummer, when the hay was down.<br>At the Midsummer, when the hay was down,<br>Crept she a willing bride close into my breast;<br>Low-piled the thunder-clouds had sunk into the west,<br>Red-eyed the sun out-glared like knight from leaguered town;<br>It was the high Midsummer, and the sun was down.<br>It is Midsummer - all the hay is down,<br>Close to her forehead press I dying eyes,<br>Praying God shield her till we meet in Paradise,<br>Bless her in love's name who was my joy and crown,<br>And I go at Midsummer, when the hay is down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Said I mournful - Though my life be in its prime,
Bare lie my meadows all shorn before their time,
O'er my sere woodlands the leaves are turning brown;
It is the hot Midsummer, when the hay is down.
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