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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Moonbeam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,<br>To bathe this burning brow.<br>Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,<br>As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,<br>Where humble wild-flowers grow? <br>Is it to mimic me?<br>But that can never be;<br>For thine orb is bright,<br>And the clouds are light,<br>That at intervals shadow the star-studded night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Now all is deathy still on earth;<br>Nature’s tired frame reposes;<br>And, ere the golden morning’s birth<br>Its radiant hues discloses,<br>Flies forth its balmy breath. <br>But mine is the midnight of Death,<br>And Nature's morn<br>To my bosom forlorn<br>Brings but a gloomier night, implants a deadlier thorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Wretch! Suppress the glare of madness<br>Struggling in thine haggard eye,<br>For the keenest throb of sadness,<br>Pale Despair's most sickening sigh,<br>Is but to mimic me;<br>And this must ever be,<br>When the twilight of care,<br>And the night of despair,<br>Seem in my breast but joys to the pangs that rankle there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,
To bathe this burning brow.
Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,
As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,
Where humble wild-flowers grow? 
Is it to mimic me?
But that can never be;
For thine orb is bright,
And the clouds..."></div>
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