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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391661" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vassal's Lament For The Fallen Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! I have seen the ancient oak<br>On the dark deep water cast,<br>And it was not fell'd by the woodman's stroke,<br>Or the rush of the sweeping blast;<br>For the axe might never touch that tree,<br>And the air was still as a summer-sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw it fall, as falls a chief<br>By an arrow in the fight,<br>And the old woods shook, to their loftiest leaf,<br>At the crashing of its might!<br>And the startled deer to their coverts flew,<br>And the spray of the lake as a fountain's flew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis fall'n! but think thou not I weep<br>For the forest's pride o'erthrown;<br>An old man's tears lie far too deep,<br>To be pour'd for this alone!<br>But by that sign too well I know,<br>That a youthful head must soon be low!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A youthful head, with its shining hair,<br>And its bright quick-flashing eye-<br>-Well may I weep! for the boy is fair,<br>Too fair a thing to die!<br>But on his brow the mark is set-<br>Oh! could my life redeem him yet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bounded by me as I gazed<br>Alone on the fatal sign,<br>And it seem'd like sunshine when he rais'd<br>His joyous glance to mine!<br>With a stag's fleet step he bounded by,<br>So full of life-but he must die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He must, he must! in that deep dell,<br>By that dark water's side,<br>'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell,<br>But an heir of his fathers died.<br>And he-there's laughter in his eye,<br>Joy in his voice-yet he must die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I 've borne him in these arms, that now<br>Are nerveless and unstrung;<br>And must I see, on that fair brow,<br>The dust untimely flung?<br>I must!-yon green oak, branch and crest,<br>Lies floating on the dark lake's breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noble boy!-how proudly sprung<br>The falcon from his hand!<br>It seem'd like youth to see him young.<br>A flower in his father's land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the hour of the knell and the dirge is nigh,<br>For the tree hath fall'n, and the flower must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say not 'tis vain!-I tell thee, some<br>Are warn'd by a meteor's light,<br>Or a pale bird flitting calls them home,<br>Or a voice on the winds by night;<br>And they must go!-and he too, he-<br>-Woe for the fall of the glorious Tree!</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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On the dark deep water cast,
And it was not fell'd by the woodman's stroke,
Or the rush of the sweeping blast;
For the axe might never touch that tree,
And the air was still as a summer-sea.

I saw it fall, as fall..."></div>
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