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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Speak O Withered Leaves, Speak.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cover her eyes, her stony looks, <br>She is dead; <br>And ring the bell for she is dead<br>Where one age ends the other begins<br>-the long dark distracted night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could she die, a fairy and so young<br>O want what more misery can thou wring<br>Two crusts of bread and a form erased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O withered leaves wert thou a rose? <br>Could beauty be more beautiful<br>I cans't say my fancy fails.<br>How could I describe thee<br>Which part were more beautiful<br>Speak o speak utter but few words<br>But no; thou woulds't not speak<br>And I hear no more thy sweet voice.<br>O breathless breast thou woulds't heave no more, <br>But once did heave more beautifully<br>Than stormy waves of a surging sea<br>On a moonlit night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wild affections whither art thou fled? <br>Aren't these the eyes that charged me once<br>Quiver o lips quiver a little, <br>That I may see that a life yet lives: <br>Utter but few words even though in dread<br>Of this society; but dread not thou <br>-no more- this society.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But where is life? <br>Thou blush not in the presence of thy love; <br>Thine eyes have no more arrows in their sheath; <br>Thou breathe not and there are springs no more; <br>Adieu love! Adieu o phantom of love<br>For I go crazy, I must go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But tarry for I must see<br> Art thou really dead or stone deceiveth me<br> O senses work- Touch! <br>So cold and hard is bosom! Is it marble! <br>May be stone deceiveth me! But no <br>No art can create thy form, O love<br>And mine eyes are not deceived in thy form.<br> <br> Ere I leave I give thou this pledge: <br> That I shall have revenge<br> I shall shake heavens and destroy this earth<br> Yes! this earth<br> Where beasts who live, value their lust <br> Above humane emotions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Adieu love! look not so coldly<br> For I see my end. Adieu! Adieu! ...............[1960]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Om+Chawla">Om Chawla</a><div class=q>
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She is dead; 
And ring the bell for she is dead
Where one age ends the other begins
-the long dark distracted night.

How could she die, a fairy and so young
O want what more misery can thou wring
Two crusts of br..."></div>
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