<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Spanish Cancioneros</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful, <br>Heart so full of care and cumber, <br>I was lapped in rest and slumber, <br>Ye have made me wakeful, wistful! <br>In this life of labor endless <br>Who shall comfort my distresses? <br>Querulous my soul and friendless <br>In its sorrow shuns caresses. <br>Ye have made me, ye have made me <br>Querulous of you, that care not, <br>Eyes so tristful, yet I dare not <br>Say to what ye have betrayed me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Some day, some day <br>O troubled breast, <br>Shalt thou find rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Love in thee <br>To grief give birth, <br>Six feet of earth <br>Can more than he; <br>There calm and free <br>And unoppressed <br>Shalt thou find rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The unattained <br>In life at last, <br>When life is passed, <br>Shall all be gained; <br>And no more pained, <br>No more distressed, <br>Shalt thou find rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Come, O Death, so silent flying <br>That unheard thy coming be, <br>Lest the sweet delight of dying <br>Bring life back again to me. <br>For thy sure approach perceiving, <br>In my constancy and pain <br>I new life should win again, <br>Thinking that I am not living. <br>So to me, unconscious lying, <br>All unknown thy coming be, <br>Lest the sweet delight of dying <br>Bring life back again to me. <br>Unto him who finds thee hateful, <br>Death, thou art inhuman pain; <br>But to me, who dying gain, <br>Life is but a task ungrateful. <br>Come, then, with my wish complying, <br>All unheard thy coming be, <br>Lest the sweet delight of dying <br>Bring life back again to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Glove of black in white hand bare, <br>And about her forehead pale <br>Wound a thin, transparent veil, <br>That doth not conceal her hair; <br>Sovereign attitude and air, <br>Cheek and neck alike displayed <br>With coquettish charms arrayed, <br>Laughing eyes and fugitive;-- <br>This is killing men that live, <br>'Tis not mourning for the dead.</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=409466" data-title="From The Spanish Cancioneros de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="I. Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful, Heart so full of care and cumber, I was lapped in rest and slumber, Ye have made me wakeful, wistful! In this life of labor endless Who shall comfort my distresses? Querulous my soul and friendless In ..."></div> </div> </div>

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