<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song #12.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have brought thee all the faith<br>That a man can give,<br>I have sheltered thee with love,<br>O life's fugitive!<br>Round thy feet in the dank night<br>Death his snare had cast:<br>Haply in the future thou<br>Wilt forget the past.<br>From the cruel thing that would<br>E'en have ta'en thy breath<br>I have lifted thee in love<br>'Yond the doom of death.<br>Lean thy breast upon my brain,<br>Let thy faint heart beat<br>Near me, near me, nearer now,<br>my own, my sweet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</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=506689" data-title="Song #12. de Robert Crawford" data-description="I have brought thee all the faith That a man can give, I have sheltered thee with love, O life's fugitive! Round thy feet in the dank night Death his snare had cast: Haply in the future thou Wilt forget the past. From the cruel thing that would E'..."></div> </div> </div>

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