<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dirge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deserted of her Spouse, she sat lamenting in the chamber. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou gone and left me, <br>Void of faults but strictly true? <br>Fly far away <br>Without delay, <br>Adieu, my love, adieu. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou gone and left me, <br>Hence to seek another bride? <br>I must be still, <br>Thou hast thy will, <br>The world is free and wide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only hadst thou told me <br>Ere I drunk the bitter cup, <br>I could with shame, <br>Now bear the blame, <br>And freely give thee up. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I'm left to ponder, <br>Now in the depth of sorrow's gloom; <br>Like some dull sprite, <br>In dead of night, <br>Bewailing o'er her tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swiftly fly and welcome; <br>It is the fate of fools to rove; <br>With whom I know <br>Wedlock is woe <br>Without the stream of love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where constant love is wanting, <br>Pleasure has not long to dwell; <br>I view my fate, <br>Alas, too late! <br>So partner, fare thee well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, my love, remember, <br>Hence we meet and face to face, <br>Thy heart shall ache, <br>Thy soul shall quake, <br>The wretch of all disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397024" data-title="The Dirge de George Moses Horton" data-description="Deserted of her Spouse, she sat lamenting in the chamber. Hast thou gone and left me, Void of faults but strictly true? Fly far away Without delay, Adieu, my love, adieu. Hast thou gone and left me, Hence to seek another bride? I must be..."></div> </div> </div>

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