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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grave Of A Poetess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood beside thy lowly grave; <br>Spring-odours breath'd around, <br>And music, in the river-wave, <br>Pass'd with a lulling sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All happy things that love the sun,<br>In the bright air glanc'd by, <br>And a glad murmur seem'd to run <br>Thro' the soft azure sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh leaves were on the ivy-bough <br>That fring'd the ruins near; <br>Young voices were abroad–but thou <br>Their sweetness couldst not hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mournful grew my heart for thee,<br>Thou in whose woman's mind <br>The ray that brightens earth and sea, <br>The light of song was shrined. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mournful, that thou wert slumbering low,<br>With a dread curtain drawn<br>Between thee and the golden glow<br>Of this world's vernal dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parted from all the song and bloom<br>Thou wouldst have lov'd so well,<br>To thee the sunshine round thy tomb<br>Was but a broken spell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bird, the insect on the wing,<br>In their bright reckless play,<br>Might feel the flush and life of spring,–<br>And thou wert pass'd away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, ev'n then, a nobler thought<br>O'er my vain sadness came;<br>Th' immortal spirit woke, and wrought<br>Within my thrilling frame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely on lovelier things, I said,<br>Thou must have look'd ere now,<br>Than all that round our pathway shed<br>Odours and hues below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shadows of the tomb are here,<br>Yet beautiful is earth!<br>What see'st thou then where no dim fear,<br>No haunting dream hath birth? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here a vain love to passing flowers<br>Thou gav'st–but where thou art,<br>The sway is not with changeful hours,<br>There love and death must part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast left sorrow in thy song,<br>A voice not loud, but deep!<br>The glorious bowers of earth among,<br>How often didst thou weep! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground<br>Thy tender thoughts and high?–<br>Now peace the woman's heart hath found,<br>And joy the poet's eye.</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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Spring-odours breath'd around, 
And music, in the river-wave, 
Pass'd with a lulling sound. 

All happy things that love the sun,
In the bright air glanc'd by, 
And a glad murmur seem'd to run 
Thro' the soft azure..."></div>
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