<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Surrender II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree, <br>I sit here alone. <br>O heart of my heart, come hither to me! <br>Come to me straight over land and sea, <br>My soul--my own! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Not now--the clock's slow tick I hear, <br>And nothing more. <br>The year is dying, the leaves are sere, <br>No ghost of the beautiful young crowned year <br>Knocks at my door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But one of these nights, a wild, late night, <br>I, waiting within, <br>Shall hear your hand on the latch--and spite <br>Of prudence and folly and wrong and right, <br>I shall let you in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</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=374128" data-title="Surrender II de Edith Nesbit" data-description="THE wild wind wails in the poplar tree, I sit here alone. O heart of my heart, come hither to me! Come to me straight over land and sea, My soul--my own! Not now--the clock's slow tick I hear, And nothing more. The year is dying, the leav..."></div> </div> </div>

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