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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Thyrza</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without a stone to mark the spot,<br>And say, what Truth might well have said,<br>By all, save one, perchance forgot,<br>Ah! wherefore art thou lowly laid?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By many a shore and many a sea<br>Divided, yet beloved in vain;<br>The past, the future fled to thee,<br>To bid us meet no ne'er again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could this have been--a word, a look,<br>That softly said, 'We part in peace,'<br>Had taught my bosom how to brook, <br>With fainter sighs, thy soul's release.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And didst thou not, since Death for thee<br>Prepared a light and pangless dart,<br>Once long for him thou ne'er shaft see,<br>Who held, and holds thee in his heart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! who like him had watch'd thee here?<br>Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye,<br>In that dread hour ere death appear,<br>When silent sorrow fears to sigh, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till all was past; But when no more<br>'Twas thine to reek of human woe,<br>Affection's heart-drops, gushing o'er,<br>Had flow'd as fast--as now they flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall they not flow, when many a day<br>In these, to me, deserted towers, <br>Ere call'd but for a time away,<br>Affection's mingling tears were ours?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ours too the glance none saw beside;<br>The smile none else might understand;<br>The whisper'd thought of hearts allied,<br>The pressure of the thrilling hand; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kiss, so guiltless and refined,<br>That Love each warmer wish forbore;<br>Those eyes proclaim'd so pure a mind,<br>Even Passion blush'd to plead for more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tone, that taught me to rejoice,<br>When prone, unlike thee, to repine;<br>The song, celestial from thy voice,<br>But sweet to me from none but thine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pledge we wore--I wear it still, <br>But where is thine?--Ah! where art thou?<br>Oft have I borne the weight of ill,<br>But never bent beneath till now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well hast thou left in life's best bloom<br>The cup of woe for me to drain.<br>If rest alone be in the tomb,<br>I would not wish thee here again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if in worlds more blest than this<br>Thy virtues seek a fitter sphere,<br>Impart some portion of thy bliss,<br>To wean me from mine anguish here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teach me--too early taught by thee!<br>To bear, forgiving and forgiven:<br>On earth by love was such to me--<br>It fain would form my hope in heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">October 11, 1811.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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And say, what Truth might well have said,
By all, save one, perchance forgot,
Ah! wherefore art thou lowly laid?

By many a shore and many a sea
Divided, yet beloved in vain;
The past, the future fled to thee,
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