<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Read this and weep for The Ladies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine.<br>The air is filled with thy perfume.<br>Thou clingest to my lover’s tomb<br> and make a hallowed spot divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would that I could hold her close.<br>As I was wont in days of yore<br> Alack alas I can no more <br>as thou dost still sweet brier rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still faithful to her memory<br> I privately express my grief.<br> Although I find but small relief<br>I kneel and pray here frequently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was too perfect for this world.<br>The angels claimed her as their own<br> and I was left to grieve alone<br> Into despair I was thus hurled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine<br>Thou guardest well her final sleep<br> and watered by the tears I weep<br>Her bones will with thy roots combine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my time comes I too will die<br> join my beloved in this tomb<br>Provide thee nourishment to bloom<br>Thou knowest well I do not lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bloom on bloom on sweet Eglantine<br>Let thy perfume still fill the air.<br>I will not find it hard to bear<br>When she and I and thou combine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10/07/2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Http: // blog.my space.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</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=414475" data-title="Read this and weep for The Ladies de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine. The air is filled with thy perfume. Thou clingest to my lover’s tomb and make a hallowed spot divine. I would that I could hold her close. As I was wont in days of yore Alack alas I can no more as thou dost sti..."></div> </div> </div>

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