<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Dead Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is as if a silver chord<br>Were suddenly grown mute,<br>And life's song with its rhythm warred<br>Against a silver lute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is as if a silence fell<br>Where bides the garnered sheaf,<br>And voices murmuring, 'It is well,'<br>Are stifled by our grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is as if the gloom of night<br>Had hid a summer's day,<br>And willows, sighing at their plight,<br>Bent low beside the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he was part of all the best<br>That Nature loves and gives,<br>And ever more on Memory's breast<br>He lies and laughs and lives.</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=477924" data-title="To A Dead Friend de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="It is as if a silver chord Were suddenly grown mute, And life's song with its rhythm warred Against a silver lute. It is as if a silence fell Where bides the garnered sheaf, And voices murmuring, 'It is well,' Are stifled by our grief. It is as ..."></div> </div> </div>

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