<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tidings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Easter 1916)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Censored lies that mimic truth…<br>Censored truth as pale as fear…<br>My heart is like a rousing bell - <br>And but the dead to hear…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is like a mother bird,<br>Circling ever higher,<br>And the nest-tree rimmed about<br>By a forest fire…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is like a lover foiled<br>By a broken stair - <br>They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street,<br>And I am not there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</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=448128" data-title="The Tidings de Lola Ridge" data-description="(Easter 1916) Censored lies that mimic truth… Censored truth as pale as fear… My heart is like a rousing bell - And but the dead to hear… My heart is like a mother bird, Circling ever higher, And the nest-tree rimmed about By a forest fir..."></div> </div> </div>

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