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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lunatic Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet how lost<br>To all that gladdens the fair earth; the eye<br>That watched her being; the maternal care<br>That kept and nourished her; and the calm light<br>That steals from our own thoughts, and softly rests<br>On youth's green vallies and smooth-sliding waters.<br>Alas! few suns of life, and fewer winds,<br>Had withered or had wasted the fresh rose<br>That bloomed upon her cheek; but one chill frost<br>Came in that early Autumn, when ripe thought<br>Is rich and beautiful, and blighted it;<br>And the fair stalk grew languid day by day,<br>And drooped -- and drooped, and shed its many leaves.<br>'Tis said that some have died of love; and some,<br>Love's passionate feelings and heart-wasting cares,<br>have spurned life's threshold with a desperate foot:<br>And others have gone mad,-- and she was one!--<br>Her lover died at sea; and they had felt<br>A coldness for each other when they parted;<br>But love returned again, and to her ear<br>Came tidings that the ship which bore her lover <br>Had sullenly gone down at sea, and all were lost.<br>I saw her in her native vale, when high<br>The aspiring lark up from the reedy river<br>Mounted, on cheerful pinion; and she sat<br>Casting smooth pebbles into a clear fountain,<br>And marking how they sunk; and oft she sighed<br>For him that perished thus in the vast deep.<br>She had a sea-shell, that her lover brought<br>From the far-distant ocean, and she pressed<br>Its smooth cold lips unto her ear, and thought<br>It whispered tiding of the dark blue sea;<br>And sad, she cried, 'The tides are out!-- and now<br>I see his corse upon the stormy beach!'<br>Around her neck a string of rose-lipped shells,<br>And coral, and white pearl, was loosely hung;<br>And close beside her lay a delicate fan,<br>Made of the halcyon's blue wing; and when<br>She looked upon it, it would calm her thoughts<br>As that bird calms the ocean,-- for it gave<br>Mournful, yet pleasant, memory. Once I marked,<br>When through the mountain hollows and green woods,<br>That bent beneath its footsteps, the loud wind<br>Came with a voice as of the restless deep,<br>She raised her head, and on her pale, cold cheek<br>A beauty of diviner seeming came;<br>And then she spread her hands, and smiled, as if<br>She welcomed a long absent friend,-- and then<br>Shrunk timorously back again, and wept.<br>I turned away a multitude of thoughts,<br>Mournful and dark, were crowding on my mind;<br>And as I left that lost and ruined one,--<br>A living monument that still on earth<br>There is warm love and deep sincerity,--<br>She gazed upon the west, where the blue sky<br>Held, like an ccean, in its wide embrace<br>Those fairy islands of bright cloud, that lay<br>So calm and quietly in the thin ether.<br>And then she pointed where, alone and high,<br>One little cloud sailed onward, like a lost<br>And wandering bark, and fainter grew, and fainter,<br>And soon was swallowed up in the blue depths;<br>And, when it sunk away, she turned again<br>With sad despondency and tears to earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three long and weary months -- yet not a whisper<br>Of stern reproach for that cold parting! Then<br>She sat no longer by her favorite fountain!--<br>She was at rest forever.</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>
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To all that gladdens the fair earth; the eye
That watched her being; the maternal care
That kept and nourished her; and the calm light
That steals from our own thoughts, and softly rests
On youth's green v..."></div>
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