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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moorish Bridal Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing<br>Around a Moorish palace, while the sigh<br>Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing,<br>With music through their shadowy bowers went by;<br>Music and voices, from the marble halls,<br>Through the leaves gleaming, and the fountain-falls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song of joy, a bridal song came swelling,<br>To blend with fragrance in those southern shades,<br>And told of feasts within the stately dwelling,<br>Bright lamps, and dancing steps, and gem-crown'd maids;<br>And thus it flow'd;-yet something in the lay<br>Belong'd to sadness, as it died away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The bride comes forth! her tears no more are falling<br>To leave the chamber of her infant years;<br>Kind voices from distant home are calling;<br>She comes like day-spring-she hath done with tears;<br>Now must her dark eye shine on other flowers,<br>Her soft smile gladden other hearts than ours!<br>-Pour the rich odours round!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We haste! the chosen and the lovely bringing;<br>Love still goes with her from her place of birth;<br>Deep silent joy within her soul is springing,<br>Though in her glance the light no more is mirth!<br>Her beauty leaves us in its rosy years;<br>Her sisters weep-but she hath done with tears!<br>-Now may the timbrel sound!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know'st thou for whom they sang the bridal numbers?<br>-One, whose rich tresses were to wave no more!<br>One, whose pale cheek soft winds, nor gentle slumbers,<br>Nor Love's own sigh, to rose-tints might restore!<br>Her graceful ringlets o'er a bier were spread.-<br>-Weep for the young, the beautiful,-the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Of low sweet summer-winds, the branches wooing,
With music through their shadowy bowers went by;
Music and voices, from the marble halls,
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