<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines:</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone,<br>Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown<br>On some sweet poem -- his, I think, who sings<br>|Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings<br>Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back<br>Her beautiful blonde hair. Ah! would these black<br>Locks of mine own were mingling with it now,<br>And these warm lips were pressed against her brow!<br>And, as she turned a page, methought I heard --<br>Hush! could it be? -- a faintly murmured word,<br>It was so softly dwelt on -- such a smile<br>Played on her brow and wreathed her lip the while<br>That my heart leaped to hear it, and a flame<br>Burned on my forehead -- Sa'ra! -- 't was my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</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=409077" data-title="Lines: de Henry Timrod" data-description="I saw, or dreamed I saw, her sitting lone, Her neck bent like a swan's, her brown eyes thrown On some sweet poem -- his, I think, who sings |Oenone, or the hapless Maud: no rings Flashed from the dainty fingers, which held back Her beautiful blond..."></div> </div> </div>

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