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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ulla, Or The Adjuration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low,<br>With the sounding seas above thee;<br>It is but a restless wo,<br>But a haunting dream to love thee!<br>Thrice the glad swan has sung,<br>To greet the spring-time hours,<br>Since thine oar at parting flung<br>The white spray up in showers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a shadow of the grave on thy hearth and round thy home;<br>Come to me from the ocean's dead!–thou'rt surely of them–come!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Ulla's voice–alone she stood<br>In the Iceland summer night,<br>Far gazing o'er a glassy flood,<br>From a dark rock's beetling height. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know thou hast thy bed<br>Where the sea-weed's coil hath bound thee;<br>The storm sweeps o'er thy head,<br>But the depths are hush'd around thee.<br>What wind shall point the way<br>To the chambers where thou'rt lying?<br>Come to me thence, and say<br>If thou thought'st on me in dying? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not shrink to see thee with a bloodless lip and cheek–<br>Come to me from the ocean's dead!–thou'rt surely of them–speak!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She listen'd–'twas the wind's low moan,<br>'Twas the ripple of the wave,<br>'Twas the wakening osprey's cry alone,<br>As it started from its cave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know each fearful spell<br>Of the ancient Runic lay,<br>Whose mutter'd words compel<br>The tempest to obey.<br>But I adjure not thee<br>By magic sign or song,<br>My voice shall stir the sea<br>By love,–the deep, the strong! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the might of woman's tears, by the passion of her sighs,<br>Come to me from the ocean's dead!–by the vows we pledg'd–arise!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again she gazed with an eager glance,<br>Wandering and wildly bright;–<br>She saw but the sparkling waters dance<br>To the arrowy northern light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'By the slow and struggling death<br>Of hope that loath'd to part,<br>By the fierce and withering breath<br>Of despair on youth's high heart;<br>By the weight of gloom which clings<br>To the mantle of the night,<br>By the heavy dawn which brings<br>Nought lovely to the sight, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By all that from my weary soul thou hast wrung of grief and fear,<br>Come to me from the ocean's dead–awake, arise, appear!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it her yearning spirit's dream,<br>Or did a pale form rise,<br>And o'er the hush'd wave glide and gleam,<br>With bright, still, mournful eyes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have the depths heard?–they have!<br>My voice prevails–thou'rt there,<br>Dim from thy watery grave,<br>Oh! thou that wert so fair!<br>Yet take me to thy rest!<br>There dwells no fear with love;<br>Let me slumber on thy breast,<br>While the billow rolls above! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the long-lost things lie hid, where the bright ones have their home,<br>We will sleep among the ocean's dead–stay for me, stay!–I come!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a sullen plunge below,<br>A flashing on the main,<br>And the wave shut o'er that wild heart's wo,<br>Shut,–and grew still again.</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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With the sounding seas above thee;
It is but a restless wo,
But a haunting dream to love thee!
Thrice the glad swan has sung,
To greet the spring-time hours,
Since thine oar at parting flung
The white spray..."></div>
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