<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Charge You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove, <br>That ye blow o'er the brows of my Love, breathing low that I sicken for love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O dews of the Dawn, O tears of the star of the morn, <br>That ye fall at the feet of my love with the sound of one weeping forlorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O birds of the Air, O birds flying home to your nest, <br>That ye sing in his ears of the joy that for ever has fled from my breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O flowers of the Earth, O frailest of things, and most fair, <br>That ye droop in his path as the life in me shrivels consumed by despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Moon, when he lifts up his face, when he seeth the waning of thee, <br>A memory of her who lies wan on the limits of life let it be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many tears cannot quench, nor my sighs extinguish, the flames of love's fire, <br>Which lifteth my heart like a wave, and smites it, and breaks its desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rise like one in a dream when I see the red sun flaring low, <br>That drags me back shuddering from sleep each morning to life with its woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go like one in a dream, unbidden my feet know the way <br>To that garden where love stood in blossom with the red and white hawthorn of May. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song of the throstle is hushed, and the fountain is dry to its core, <br>The moon cometh up as of old; she seeks, but she finds him no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale-faced, pitiful moon shines down on the grass where I weep, <br>My face to the earth, and my breast in an anguish ne'er soothed into sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon returns, and the spring, birds warble, trees burst into leaf, <br>But Love once gone, goes for ever, and all that endures is the grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</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=455972" data-title="I Charge You de Mathilde Blind" data-description="I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove, That ye blow o'er the brows of my Love, breathing low that I sicken for love. I charge you, O dews of the Dawn, O tears of the star of the morn, That ye fall at the feet of..."></div> </div> </div>

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