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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All Alone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,<br>Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray?<br>Thy wavy locks but thinly hide<br>The tears that dim thy blue-eye's ray;<br>And wherefore dost thou sigh, and moan,<br>And weep, that thou art left alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art not left alone, poor boy,<br>The Trav'ller stops to hear thy tale;<br>No heart, so hard, would thee annoy!<br>For tho' thy mother's cheek is pale<br>And withers under yon grave stone,<br>Thou art not, Urchin, left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thee well ! thy yellow hair<br>In silky waves I oft have seen;<br>Thy dimpled face, so fresh and fair,<br>Thy roguish smile, thy playful mien<br>Were all to me, poor Orphan, known,<br>Ere Fate had left thee--all alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy russet coat is scant, and torn,<br>Thy cheek is now grown deathly pale!<br>Thy eyes are dim, thy looks forlorn,<br>And bare thy bosom meets the gale;<br>And oft I hear thee deeply groan,<br>That thou, poor boy, art left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy naked feet are wounded sore<br>With thorns, that cross thy daily road;<br>The winter winds around thee roar,<br>The church-yard is thy bleak abode;<br>Thy pillow now, a cold grave stone--<br>And there thou lov'st to grieve--alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain has drench'd thee, all night long;<br>The nipping frost thy bosom froze;<br>And still, the yewtree-shades among,<br>I heard thee sigh thy artless woes;<br>I heard thee, till the day-star shone<br>In darkness weep--and weep alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft have I seen thee, little boy,<br>Upon thy lovely mother's knee;<br>For when she liv'd--thou wert her joy,<br>Though now a mourner thou must be!<br>For she lies low, where yon grave-stone<br>Proclaims, that thou art left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep, weep no more; on yonder hill<br>The village bells are ringing, gay;<br>The merry reed, and brawling rill<br>Call thee to rustic sports away.<br>Then wherefore weep, and sigh, and moan,<br>A truant from the throng--alone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I cannot the green hill ascend,<br>"I cannot pace the upland mead;<br>"I cannot in the vale attend,<br>"To hear the merry-sounding reed:<br>"For all is still, beneath yon stone,<br>"Where my poor mother's left alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I cannot gather gaudy flowers<br>"To dress the scene of revels loud--<br>"I cannot pass the ev'ning hours<br>"Among the noisy village croud--<br>"For, all in darkness, and alone<br>"My mother sleeps, beneath yon stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"See how the stars begin to gleam<br>"The sheep-dog barks, 'tis time to go;--<br>"The night-fly hums, the moonlight beam<br>"Peeps through the yew-tree's shadowy row--<br>"It falls upon the white grave-stone,<br>"Where my dear mother sleeps alone.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O stay me not, for I must go<br>"The upland path in haste to tread;<br>"For there the pale primroses grow<br>"They grow to dress my mother's bed.--<br>"They must, ere peep of day, be strown,<br>"Where she lies mould'ring all alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father o'er the stormy sea<br>"To distant lands was borne away,<br>"And still my mother stay'd with me<br>"And wept by night and toil'd by day.<br>"And shall I ever quit the stone<br>"Where she is, left, to sleep alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father died; and still I found<br>"My mother fond and kind to me;<br>"I felt her breast with rapture bound<br>"When first I prattled on her knee--<br>"And then she blest my infant tone<br>"And little thought of yon grave-stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"No more her gentle voice I hear,<br>"No more her smile of fondness see;<br>"Then wonder not I shed the tear<br>"She would have DIED, to follow me!<br>"And yet she sleeps beneath yon stone<br>"And I STILL LIVE--to weep alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The playful kid, she lov'd so well<br>"From yon high clift was seen to fall;<br>"I heard, afar, his tink'ling bell--<br>"Which seem'd in vain for aid to call--<br>"I heard the harmless suff'rer moan,<br>"And grieved that he was left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Our faithful dog grew mad, and died,<br>"The lightning smote our cottage low--<br>"We had no resting-place beside<br>"And knew not whither we should go,--<br>"For we were poor,--and hearts of stone<br>"Will never throb at mis'ry's groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My mother still surviv'd for me,<br>"She led me to the mountain's brow,<br>"She watch'd me, while at yonder tree<br>"I sat, and wove the ozier bough;<br>"And oft she cried, "fear not, MINE OWN!<br>"Thou shalt not, BOY, be left ALONE."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The blast blew strong, the torrent rose<br>"And bore our shatter'd cot away;<br>"And, where the clear brook swiftly flows--<br>"Upon the turf at dawn of day,<br>"When bright the sun's full lustre shone,<br>"I wander'd, FRIENDLESS--and ALONE!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art not, boy, for I have seen<br>Thy tiny footsteps print the dew,<br>And while the morning sky serene<br>Spread o'er the hill a yellow hue,<br>I heard thy sad and plaintive moan,<br>Beside the cold sepulchral stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the summer noontide hours<br>With scorching rays the landscape spread,<br>I mark'd thee, weaving fragrant flow'rs<br>To deck thy mother's silent bed!<br>Nor, at the church-yard's simple stone,<br>Wert, thou, poor Urchin, left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I follow'd thee, along the dale<br>And up the woodland's shad'wy way:<br>I heard thee tell thy mournful tale<br>As slowly sunk the star of day:<br>Nor, when its twinkling light had flown,<br>Wert thou a wand'rer, all alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O! yes, I was! and still shall be<br>"A wand'rer, mourning and forlorn;<br>"For what is all the world to me--<br>"What are the dews and buds of morn?<br>"Since she, who left me sad, alone<br>"In darkness sleeps, beneath yon stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXIV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"No brother's tear shall fall for me,<br>"For I no brother ever knew;<br>"No friend shall weep my destiny<br>"For friends are scarce, and tears are few;<br>"None do I see, save on this stone<br>"Where I will stay, and weep alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My Father never will return,<br>"He rests beneath the sea-green wave;<br>"I have no kindred left, to mourn<br>"When I am hid in yonder grave!<br>"Not one ! to dress with flow'rs the stone;--<br>"Then--surely , I AM LEFT ALONE!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</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=455599" data-title="All Alone de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="I. 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