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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You left me with the autumn time; <br> When the winter stripped the forest bare, <br>Then dressed it in his spotless rime; <br> When frosts were lurking in the air<br>You left me here and went away.<br>The winds were cold; you could not stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You sought a warmer clime, until<br> The south wind, artful maid, should break<br>The winter's trumpets, and should fill<br> The air with songs of birds; and wake<br>The sleeping blossoms on the plain<br>And make the brooks to flow again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought that the winter desolate, <br> And all times felt a sense of loss.<br>I taught my longing heart to wait, <br> And said, 'When Spring shall come across<br>The hills, with blossoms in her track, <br>The she, our loved one, will come back.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the hills with grass and moss<br> The spring with cunning hands has spread, <br>And yet I feel my grievous loss.<br> My heart will not be comforted, <br>But crieth daily, 'Where is she<br>You promised should come back to me? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, love! where are you? day by day<br> I seek to find you, but in vain.<br>Men point me to a grave, and say: <br> 'There is her bed upon the plain.'<br>But though I see no trace of you, <br>I cannot thiink their words are true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were too sweet to wholly pass<br> Away from earth, and leave no trace; <br>You were to fair to let the grass<br> Grow rank and tall above your face.<br>Your voice, that mocked the robin's trill, <br>I cannot think is hushed and still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I saw your golden hair<br> One day, and reached to touch a strand; <br>I found but yellow sunbeams there -<br> The bright rays fell aslant my hand, <br>And seemed to mock, with lights and shades, <br>The silken meshes of your braids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, I thought I saw your hand<br> Wave, as if beckoning to me; <br>I found 'twas but a lily, fanned<br> By the cool zephyrs from the sea.<br>Oh, love! I find no trace of you -<br>I wonder if their words were true? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day I heard a singing voice; <br> A burst of music, trill on trill.<br>It made my very soul rejoice; <br> My heart gave and exultant thrill.<br>I cried, 'Oh heart, we've found her - hush! '<br>But no - 'twas the silver-throated thrush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once I thought I saw your face, <br> And wild with joy I ran to you; <br>But found, when I had reached the place, <br> 'Twas a blush rose, bathed in dew.<br>Ah, love! I think you must be dead; <br>And I believe the words they said.</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>
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 When the winter stripped the forest bare, 
Then dressed it in his spotless rime; 
 When frosts were lurking in the air
You left me here and went away.
The winds were cold; you could not stay.

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