<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dirge Over A Nameless Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By yon still river, where the wave<br>Is winding slow at evening's close,<br>The beech, upon a nameless grave,<br>Its sadly-moving shadow throws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the fair woods the sun looks down<br>Upon the many-twinkling leaves,<br>And twilight's mellow shades are brown,<br>Where darkly the green turf upheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The river glides in silence there,<br>And hardly waves the sapling tree:<br>Sweet flowers are springing, and the air<br>Is full of balm,-- but where is she!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bade her wed a son of pride,<br>And leave the hope she cherished long:<br>She loved but one,-- and would not hide<br>A love which knew no wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And months went sadly on,-- and years:--<br>And she was wasting day by day:<br>At length she died, -- and many tears<br>Were shed, that she should pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came a gray old man, and knelt<br>With bitter weeping by her tomb:--<br>And others mourned for him, who felt<br>That he had sealed a daughter's doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The funeral train has long past on,<br>And time wiped dry the father's tear!<br>Farewell -- lost maiden! -- there is one<br>That mourns thee yet -- and he is here.</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=409416" data-title="Dirge Over A Nameless Grave de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="By yon still river, where the wave Is winding slow at evening's close, The beech, upon a nameless grave, Its sadly-moving shadow throws. O'er the fair woods the sun looks down Upon the many-twinkling leaves, And twilight's mellow shades are brown..."></div> </div> </div>

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