<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Murdered Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother,<br>Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it,<br>Lovingly lived we, the sons of one mother,<br>Mine was the sin, but I pray you not heed it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark were her eyes as the sloe and they called me,<br>Called me with voice independent of breath.<br>God! how my heart beat; her beauty appalled me,<br>Dazed me, and drew to the sea-brink of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lithe was her form like a willow. She beckoned,<br>What could I do save to follow and follow,<br>Nothing of right or result could be reckoned;<br>Life without her was unworthy and hollow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, but I wronged thee, my brother, my brother;<br>Ah, but I loved her, thy beautiful wife.<br>Shade of our father, and soul of our mother,<br>Have I not paid for my love with my life?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark was the night when, revengeful, I met you,<br>Deep in the heart of a desolate land.<br>Warm was the life-blood which angrily wet you<br>Sharp was the knife that I felt from your hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wept you, oh, wept you, alone by the river,<br>When my stark carcass you secretly sank.<br>Ha, now I see that you tremble and shiver;<br>'T was but my spirit that passed when you shrank!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep not, oh, weep not, 't is over, 't is over;<br>Stir the dark weeds with the turn of the tide;<br>Go, thou hast sent me forth, ever a rover,<br>Rest and the sweet realm of heaven denied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother,<br>Say a mass for my soul, I need it.<br>Sin of mine was it, and sin of no other,<br>Mine was it all, but I pray you not heed it.</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> <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=477871" data-title="The Murdered Lover de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother, Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it, Lovingly lived we, the sons of one mother, Mine was the sin, but I pray you not heed it. Dark were her eyes as the sloe and they called me, Called me with vo..."></div> </div> </div>

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