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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Mary, O my Mary!<br>The simmer-skies are blue;<br>The dawnin' brings the dazzle,<br>An' the gloamin' brings the dew,--<br>The mirk o' nicht the glory<br>O' the moon, an' kindles, too,<br>The stars that shift aboon the lift.--<br>But nae thing brings me you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is it, O my Mary,<br>Ye are biding a' the while?<br>I ha' wended by your window--<br>I ha' waited by the stile,<br>An' up an' down the river<br>I ha' won for mony a mile,<br>Yet never found, adrift or drown'd,<br>Your lang-belated smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it forgot, my Mary,<br>How glad we used to be?--<br>The simmer-time when bonny bloomed<br>The auld trysting-tree,--<br>How there I carved the name for you,<br>An' you the name for me;<br>An' the gloamin' kenned it only<br>When we kissed sae tenderly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speek ance to me, my Mary!--<br>But whisper in my ear<br>As light as ony sleeper's breath,<br>An' a' my soul will hear;<br>My heart shall stap its beating<br>An' the soughing atmosphere<br>Be hushed the while I leaning smile<br>An' listen to you, dear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Mary, O my Mary!<br>The blossoms bring the bees;<br>The sunshine brings the blossoms,<br>An' the leaves on a' the trees;<br>The simmer brings the sunshine<br>An' the fragrance o' the breeze,--<br>But O wi'out you, Mary,<br>I care nae thing for these!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were sae happy, Mary!<br>O think how ance we said--<br>Wad ane o' us gae fickle,<br>Or ane o' us lie dead,--<br>To feel anither's kisses<br>We wad feign the auld instead,<br>An' ken the ither's footsteps<br>In the green grass owerhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Mary, O my Mary!<br>Are ye daughter o' the air,<br>That ye vanish aye before me<br>As I follow everywhere?--<br>Or is it ye are only<br>But a mortal, wan wi' care?--<br>Syne I search through a' the kirkyird<br>An' I dinna find ye there!</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>
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The simmer-skies are blue;
The dawnin' brings the dazzle,
An' the gloamin' brings the dew,--
The mirk o' nicht the glory
O' the moon, an' kindles, too,
The stars that shift aboon the lift.--
But nae thing brings me you!

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