<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Spanish Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm thinking of the wooing<br>That won my maiden heart<br>When he--he came pursuing<br>A love unused to art.<br>Into the drowsy river<br>The moon transported flung<br>Her soul that seemed to quiver<br>With the songs my lover sung.<br>And the stars in rapture twinkled<br>On the slumbrous world below--<br>You see that, old and wrinkled,<br>I'm not forgetful--no!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He still should be repeating<br>The vows he uttered then--<br>Alas! the years, though fleeting,<br>Are truer yet than men!<br>The summer moonlight glistens<br>In the favorite trysting spot<br>Where the river ever listens<br>For a song it heareth not.<br>And I, whose head is sprinkled<br>With time's benumbing snow,<br>I languish, old and wrinkled,<br>But not forgetful--no!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though he elsewhere turneth<br>To beauty strangely bold?<br>Still in my bosom burneth<br>The tender fire of old;<br>And the words of love he told me<br>And the songs he sung me then<br>Come crowding to uphold me,<br>And I live my youth again!<br>For when love's feet have tinkled<br>On the pathway women go,<br>Though one be old and wrinkled,<br>She's not forgetful--no!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</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=390962" data-title="Old Spanish Song de Eugene Field" data-description="I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heart When he--he came pursuing A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river The moon transported flung Her soul that seemed to quiver With the songs my lover sung. And the stars in rapture twinkled On ..."></div> </div> </div>

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