<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elizabeth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_May 1, 1891_.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elizabeth! Elizabeth!<br>The first May-morning whispereth<br>Thy gentle name in every breeze<br>That lispeth through the young-leaved trees,<br>New raimented in white and green<br>Of bloom and leaf to crown thee queen;--<br>And, as in odorous chorus, all<br>The orchard-blossoms sweetly call<br>Even as a singing voice that saith<br>Elizabeth! Elizabeth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Elizabeth! Lo, lily-fair,<br>In deep, cool shadows of thy hair,<br>Thy face maintaineth its repose.--<br>Is it, O sister of the rose,<br>So better, sweeter, blooming thus<br>Than in this briery world with us?--<br>Where frost o'ertaketh, and the breath<br>Of biting winter harrieth<br>With sleeted rains and blighting snows<br>All fairest blooms--Elizabeth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, then!--So reign, Elizabeth,<br>Crowned, in thy May-day realm of death!<br>Put forth the scepter of thy love<br>In every star-tipped blossom of<br>The grassy dais of thy throne!<br>Sadder are we, thus left alone,<br>But gladder they that thrill to see<br>Thy mother's rapture, greeting thee.<br>Bereaved are we by life--not death--<br>Elizabeth! Elizabeth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416603" data-title="Elizabeth de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="_May 1, 1891_. I. Elizabeth! Elizabeth! The first May-morning whispereth Thy gentle name in every breeze That lispeth through the young-leaved trees, New raimented in white and green Of bloom and leaf to crown thee queen;-- And, as in odorous ch..."></div> </div> </div>

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