<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Locks Of Hair. From The German Of Pfeizer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Youth, light-hearted and content,<br>I wander through the world<br>Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent<br>And straight again is furled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet oft I dream, that once a wife<br>Close in my heart was locked,<br>And in the sweet repose of life<br>A blessed child I rocked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wake! Away that dream,--away!<br>Too long did it remain!<br>So long, that both by night and day<br>It ever comes again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The end lies ever in my thought;<br>To a grave so cold and deep<br>The mother beautiful was brought;<br>Then dropt the child asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the dream is wholly o'er,<br>I bathe mine eyes and see;<br>And wander through the world once more,<br>A youth so light and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two locks--and they are wondrous fair--<br>Left me that vision mild;<br>The brown is from the mother's hair,<br>The blond is from the child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I see that lock of gold,<br>Pale grows the evening-red;<br>And when the dark lock I behold,<br>I wish that I were 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=409802" data-title="The Two Locks Of Hair. From The German Of Pfeizer de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="A Youth, light-hearted and content, I wander through the world Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled. Yet oft I dream, that once a wife Close in my heart was locked, And in the sweet repose of life A blessed child I roc..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black