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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Minna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do I dream? can I trust to my eye?<br> My sight sure some vapor must cover?<br>Or, there, did my Minna pass by--<br> My Minna--and knew not her lover?<br>On the arm of the coxcomb she crossed,<br> Well the fan might its zephyr bestow;<br>Herself in her vanity lost,<br> That wanton my Minna?--Ah, no!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the gifts of my love she was dressed,<br> My plumes o'er her summer hat quiver;<br>The ribbons that flaunt in her breast<br> Might bid her--remember the giver!<br>And still do they bloom on thy bosom,<br> The flowerets I gathered for thee!<br>Still as fresh is the leaf of each blossom,<br> 'Tis the heart that has faded from me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go and take, then, the incense they tender;<br>Go, the one that adored thee forget!<br>Go, thy charms to the feigner surrender,<br>In my scorn is my comforter yet!<br>Go, for thee with what trust and belief<br>There beat not ignobly a heart<br>That has strength yet to strive with the grief<br>To have worshipped the trifler thou art!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed--<br> Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee!<br>To-morrow its glory will fade,<br> And its roses all withered will be!<br>The swallows that swarm in the sun<br> Will fly when the north winds awaken,<br>The false ones thine autumn will shun,<br> For whom thou the true hast forsaken!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mid the wrecks of the charms in December,<br> I see thee alone in decay,<br>And each spring shall but bid thee remember<br> How brief for thyself was the May!<br>Then they who so wantonly flock<br> To the rapture thy kiss can impart,<br>Shall scoff at thy winter, and mock<br> Thy beauty as wrecked as thy heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed--<br> Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee<br>To-morrow its glory will fade--<br> And its roses all withered will be!<br>O, what scorn for thy desolate years<br> Shall I feel!--God forbid it in me!<br>How bitter will then be the tears<br> Shed, Minna, O Minna, for thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 My sight sure some vapor must cover?
Or, there, did my Minna pass by--
 My Minna--and knew not her lover?
On the arm of the coxcomb she crossed,
 Well the fan might its zephyr bestow;
Herself in her vanity lost,..."></div>
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