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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE is coming! he is coming! in my throbbing breast I feel it;<br>There is music in my blood, and it whispers all day long, <br>That my love unknown comes toward me! Ah, my heart, he need not steal it,' <br>For I cannot hide the secret that it murmurs in its song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the sweet bursting flowers! how they open, never blushing, <br>Laying bare their fragrant bosoms to the kisses of the sun!<br>And the birds—I thought 'twas poets only read their tender gushing,<br>But I hear their pleading stories, and I know them every one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is coming!' says my heart; I may raise my eyes and greet him; <br>I may meet him any moment—shall I know him when I see? <br>And my heart laughs back the answer—I can tell him when I meet him,<br>For our eyes will kiss and mingle ere he speaks a word to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, I'm longing for his coming—in the dark my arms outreaching;<br>To hasten you, my love, see, I lay my bosom bare! <br>Ah, the night-wind! I shudder, and my hands are raised beseeching— <br>It wailed so light a death-sigh that passed me in the air!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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