<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old, <br>She is my life, and my goods, and my gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again <br>To me has surrendered in joy and in pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good, <br>Thou, O my soul, my flesh, and my blood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, <br>We will stand by each other, however it blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain <br>Shall be to our true love as links to the chain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, <br>The more the hail beats, and the more the rains fall,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, <br>Through crosses, through sorrows, through manifold wrong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone <br>In a desolate land where the sun is scarce known,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea flows, <br>Through ice, and through iron, through armies of foes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sun, <br>The threads of our two lives are woven in one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed, <br>Whatever forbidden thou hast not gainsaid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How in the turmoil of life can love stand, <br>Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and strife; <br>Like a dog and a cat live such man and wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love; <br>Thou art my lambkin, my chick, and my dove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be seen; <br>I am king of the household, and thou art its queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is this, O my Annie, my heart's sweetest rest, <br>That makes of us twain but one soul in one breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell; <br>While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</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=409358" data-title="Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old, She is my life, and my goods, and my gold. Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain. Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good, Thou, O my soul, my flesh, and my blood! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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