<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lurline (Inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As you glided and glided before us that time,<br>A mystical, magical maiden,<br>We fancied we looked on a face from the clime<br>Where the poets have builded their Aidenn!<br>And oh, the sweet shadows! And oh, the warm gleams<br>Which lay on the land of our beautiful dreams,<br>While we walked by the margins of musical streams<br>And heard your wild warbling around us!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We forgot what we were when we stood with the trees<br>Near the banks of those silvery waters;<br>As ever in fragments they came on the breeze,<br>The songs of old Rhine and his daughters!<br>And then you would pass with those radiant eyes<br>Which flashed like a light in the tropical skies —<br>And ah! the bright thoughts that would sparkle and rise<br>While we heard your wild warbling around us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will you ever fly back to this city of ours<br>With your harp and your voice and your beauty?<br>God knows we rejoice when we meet with such flowers<br>On the hard road of Life and of Duty!<br>Oh! come as you did, with that face and that tone,<br>For we wistfully look to the hours which have flown,<br>And long for a glimpse of the gladness that shone<br>When we heard your wild warbling around us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</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=408350" data-title="Lurline (Inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.) de Henry Kendall" data-description="As you glided and glided before us that time, A mystical, magical maiden, We fancied we looked on a face from the clime Where the poets have builded their Aidenn! And oh, the sweet shadows! And oh, the warm gleams Which lay on the land of our beau..."></div> </div> </div>

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