<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Deserted</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Love, my love, it's over then—<br>Your heart flies free; <br>And it's now no more us two again, <br>The door on you and me. <br>And it's now no more the supper spread, <br>The stove singing low. <br>Oh, worlds away your feet are led, <br>Where wild winds blow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, seas between and worlds away<br>Our paths run now. <br>Go, for more dead than coffined clay<br>Is love's dead vow. <br>Go, may your bread be sweet, your rest <br>As soft and deep be <br>As when you slept upon my breast <br>And gave the world for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, for my heart cries out with pain,<br>With joy cries out. <br>Go ! you've unwound the golden chain—<br>Love's hope, love's doubt. <br>Go! you were mine—now mine shall be <br>The whole brave world. <br>My spirit flutters and is free, <br>With wings unfurled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of my little house of bliss,<br>O lost love sweet, <br>Out of my grief and loneliness <br>Now will I rise to greet <br>My friend who begs in the street below, <br>My friend who prays above; <br>And each will be—oh, well I know!—<br>You—you, lost love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</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=403061" data-title="Deserted de Harriet Monroe" data-description="O Love, my love, it's over then— Your heart flies free; And it's now no more us two again, The door on you and me. And it's now no more the supper spread, The stove singing low. Oh, worlds away your feet are led, Where wild winds blow! Oh..."></div> </div> </div>

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