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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Miss Jessie Lewars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun lies clasped in amber cloud<br>Half hidden in the sea,<br>And o'er the sands the flowing tide<br>Comes racing merrilee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hawthorn hedge is white with bloom<br>The wind is soft and lown<br>And sad and still you watch by me<br>Your hand clasped in my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, let the curtain bide, Jessie<br>And lift my head a wee,<br>And let the bonnie setting sun<br>Glint in on you and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world seems fair and bright, Jessie<br>Near loving hearts like you,<br>But poonith's blast sifts simmer love,<br>And makes leal friendships few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How aften in the dreary night,<br>I clasp my burning hands<br>Upon those throbbing sleepless lids,<br>O'er eyes like glowing brands,<br>And ponder in my weary brain,<br>If haply when I'm dead<br>My old boon friends for love of me<br>Will give my bairnies bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, did the poor not help the poor,<br>Each in their simple way,<br>With humble gift and kindly love,<br>God pity them I say.<br>For many a man who clasped my hand<br>With friendship o'er the bowl<br>When the wine halo had passed away<br>Proved but a niggard soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, blessed hope 'midst our distress,<br>There is a promise made,<br>That in the day the rough wind blows,<br>The east wind shall be stayed.<br>A few short years and those I love<br>Will come again to me,<br>In that bright land withoout a sun,<br>That land without a sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, wilt thou gang o'nights, Jessie,<br>To my forsaken hearth,<br>And be as thou has been to me,<br>The truest friend on earth.<br>So sweetly in your linnet voice,<br>You'll sing my weans to rest,<br>While Jessie leans her weary head,<br>Upon thy loving breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, what is fame? Its wealth of lays<br>Cools not the fevered brow,<br>Wilt tell his name in future days<br>Who whistled at the plough<br>And wrote a simple song or two,<br>For happier hearts to sing<br>Among the shining sheaves of corn<br>Or round the household ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet would I praise the bubble fame<br>If but my artless lays<br>Brought thy true worth and lovingness<br>For future time to praise.<br>True friend I bless the poet skill<br>Which won a friend like thee,<br>Whose love 'twixt hopes of home and heaven<br>Is with me constantly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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Half hidden in the sea,
And o'er the sands the flowing tide
Comes racing merrilee.

The hawthorn hedge is white with bloom
The wind is soft and lown
And sad and still you watch by me
Your hand clasped in my own...."></div>
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