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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nocturne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shivering leaves and starry sky, <br>my love has left while here I sigh<br>with broken heart, and wave good-bye! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh breezes, swirl about his head, <br>Oh Nightingale, sing by his bed<br>and whisper gently I am dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From first night I saw him come, <br>my soul was his, and, stricken dumb, <br>laid pride aside as of no sum! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes spoke volumes, I’ll admit, <br>I clung to him - things shook a bit, -<br>upon my hair his kiss was writ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shook, emotions all awry! <br>I know no longer how nor why<br>my lover he became, I sigh! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew him not, yet no protest<br>I uttered, took him to my breast<br>When in my rooms his love confessed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said to him, ‘Thy love I’ll take<br>while love it stays’- make no mistake, <br>none else my dreams so deep could slake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His passion, though, no tardy guest<br>turned out to be, he left, his quest<br>led Lord know’s where, - I have not guessed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will now separated from my friend, <br>between the lily-pads descend<br>let life beneath the ripples end! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With words of willow, water, weeds, <br>I’ll plight my pain, - each hern that heeds<br>will know ‘tis I who spreads the reeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While waiting, to the breeze I’ll rhyme<br>his name, and dreaming-bells shall chime<br>I waited once upon a time! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if in golden grave-cloth gowned, <br>untidy tresses spread around<br>me while I’m water-logged and bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joys cast will cast their light and lie<br>around my head, harsh Time defy.<br>Green logs wound round my legs nearby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A trembling deep within my breast<br>will make me feel I am caressed<br>by he who, lost, was loved the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let my last breath, as perfume pressed, <br>be born upon sweet Spring breeze blest<br>by love’s soft sighs, then laid to rest -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like a magic butterfly<br>drawn to May’s roses, swiftly fly<br>to kiss my Love’s lips as I die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Cros">Charles Cros</a>, translated by Jonathan Robin<div class=q>
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my love has left while here I sigh
with broken heart, and wave good-bye! 

Oh breezes, swirl about his head, 
Oh Nightingale, sing by his bed
and whisper gently I am dead! 

From first night I saw him come, 
my so..."></div>
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