<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beppo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve, <br> Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast, <br>I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve<br> Or feel the olden ennui and unrest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What troubles thee? Am I not all thine own –<br> I, so long sought, so sighed for and so dear? <br>And do I not live but for thee alone? <br> “Thou hast seen Lippo, whom I loved last year! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, what of that? Last year is naught to me –<br> ‘Tis swallowed in the ocean of the past.<br>Art thou not glad ‘twas Lippo, and not thee, <br> Whose brief bright day in that great gulf was cast? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy day is all before thee. Let no cloud, <br> Here in the very morn of our delight, <br>Drift up from distant foreign skies, to shroud<br> Our sun of love whose radiance is so bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Thou art not first? ” Nay, and he who would be <br> Defeats his own heart’s dearest purpose then.<br>No truer truth was ever told to thee –<br> Who has loved most, he best can love again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Lippo (and not he alone) has taught<br> The arts that please thee, wherefore art thou sad? <br>Since all my vast love-lore to thee is brought, <br> Look up and smile, my Beppo, and be glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</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=384327" data-title="Beppo de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Why are thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve, Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast, I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve Or feel the olden ennui and unrest. What troubles thee? Am I not all thine own – I, so long sought, so s..."></div> </div> </div>

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