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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Girl's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Aged 17, OF A BROKEN HEART, January 1st, 1841." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What story is here of broken love, <br> What idyllic sad romance, <br>What arrow fretted the silken dove <br> That met with such grim mischance? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I picture you, sleeper of long ago, <br> When you trifled and danced and smiled, <br>All golden laughter and beauty's glow <br> In a girl life sweet and wild. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hair with the red gold's luring tinge, <br> Fine as the finest silk, <br>Violet eyes with a golden fringe <br> And cheeks of roses and milk. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something of this you must have been, <br> Something gentle and sweet, <br>To have broken your heart at seventeen <br> And died in such sad defeat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hardly one of your kinsfolk live, <br> It was all so long ago, <br>The tale of the cruel love to give <br> That laid you here so low. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loving, trusting, and foully paid -- <br> The story is easily guessed, <br>A blotted sun and skies that fade <br> And this grass-grown grave the rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever the cynic may sourly say, <br> With a dash of truth, I ween, <br>Of the girls of the period, in your day <br> They had hearts at seventeen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead of a fashion out of date, <br> Such folly has passed away <br>Like the hoop and patch and modish gait <br> That went out with an older day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stone is battered and all awry, <br> The words can be scarcely read, <br>The rank reeds clustering thick and high <br> Over your buried head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pluck one straight as a Paynim's lance <br> To keep your memory green, <br>For the lordly sake of old Romance <br> And your own, sad seventeen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+Edward+Quinn">Patrick Edward Quinn</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=476412" data-title="A Girl's Grave de Patrick Edward Quinn" data-description=""Aged 17, OF A BROKEN HEART, January 1st, 1841." What story is here of broken love, What idyllic sad romance, What arrow fretted the silken dove That met with such grim mischance? I picture you,..."></div> </div> </div>
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