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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dirge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PLACE this bunch of mignonette<br>In her cold, dead hand;<br>When the golden sun is set,<br>Where the poplars stand,<br>Bury her from sun and day,<br>Lay my little love away<br>From my sight.<br>She was like a modest flower<br>Blown in sunny June,<br>Warm as sun at noon's high hour,<br>Chaster than the moon.<br>Ah, her day was brief and bright,<br>Earth has lost a star of light;<br>She is dead.<br>Softly breathe her name to me,—<br>Ah, I loved her so.<br>Gentle let your tribute be;<br>None may better know<br>Her true worth than I who weep<br>O'er her as she lies asleep —<br>Soft asleep.<br>Lay these lilies on her breast,<br>They are not more white<br>Than the soul of her, at rest<br>'Neath their petals bright.<br>Chant your aves soft and low,<br>Solemn be your tread and slow, —<br>She is dead.<br>Lay her here beneath the grass,<br>Cool and green and sweet,<br>Where the gentle brook may pass<br>Crooning at her feet.<br>Nature's bards shall come and sing,<br>And the fairest flowers shall spring<br>Where she lies.<br>Safe above the water's swirl,<br>She has crossed the bar;<br>Earth has lost a precious pearl,<br>Heaven has gained a star,<br>That shall ever sing and shine,<br>Till it quells this grief of mine<br>For my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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In her cold, dead hand;
When the golden sun is set,
Where the poplars stand,
Bury her from sun and day,
Lay my little love away
From my sight.
She was like a modest flower
Blown in sunny June,
Warm as sun at noon's h..."></div>
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