<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dying Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping; <br>Let me repose upon thy bosom sick; <br>But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping,<br>Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly; <br>But in my dreams all is so wondrous bright; <br>I see the angel-children smiling gladly,<br>When from my weary eyes I shut out light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, one stands beside me now! and, listen! <br>Dost thou not hear the music's sweet accord? <br>See how his white wings beautifully glisten? <br>Surely those wings were given him by the Lord! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green, gold, and red, are floating all around me; <br>They are the flowers the angel scattereth.<br>Should I have also wings while life has bound me? <br>Or, mother, are they given alone in death? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why dost thou clasp me as if I were going? <br>Why dost thou press thy cheek so unto mine? <br>Thy cheek is hot, and yet thy tears are flowing! <br>I will, dear mother, will be always thine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not sigh thus - it marreth my reposing; <br>But if thou weep, then I must weep with thee! <br>Ah, I am tired - my weary eyes are closing -<br>Look, mother, look! the angel kisseth me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hans+Christian+Andersen">Hans Christian Andersen</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=402836" data-title="The Dying Child de Hans Christian Andersen" data-description="Mother, I'm tired, and I would fain be sleeping; Let me repose upon thy bosom sick; But promise me that thou wilt leave off weeping, Because thy tears fall hot upon my cheek. Here it is cold: the tempest raveth madly; But in my dreams all is s..."></div> </div> </div>

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