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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wraith</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me, it is cold and chill<br>And the fire sobs low in the grate,<br>While the wind rides by on the hill,<br>And the logs crack sharp with hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, she is cold and sad<br>As ever the sinful are,<br>But deep in my heart I am glad<br>For my wound and the coming scar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, ever the wind rides by<br>And ever the raindrops grieve;<br>But a voice like a woman's sigh<br>Says, 'Do you believe, believe?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, you were warm and sweet,<br>Sweet as the May days be;<br>Down did I fall at your feet,<br>Why did you hearken to me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the logs they crack and whine,<br>And the water drops from the eaves;<br>But it is not rain but brine<br>Where my dead darling grieves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a wraith sits by my side,<br>A spectre grim and dark;<br>Are you gazing here open-eyed<br>Out to the lifeless dark?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ever the wind rides on,<br>And we sit close within;<br>Out of the face of the dawn,<br>I and my darling,--sin.</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=477916" data-title="The Wraith de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="Ah me, it is cold and chill And the fire sobs low in the grate, While the wind rides by on the hill, And the logs crack sharp with hate. And she, she is cold and sad As ever the sinful are, But deep in my heart I am glad For my wound and the comi..."></div> </div> </div>
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