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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Ladye fair, oh Ladye fair and mine,<br>Where'er thou be,<br>Canst thou divine<br>The Love that hungers thus in me?<br>The secret cell where lone I lie and sigh for thee?<br>Long, long I wait, but shall I wait in vain?<br>How long the Summer waited for the Rose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah say, oh say I shall not wait in vain!<br>How long, ah fairest! must I keep<br>The vigil of unsleeping eyes?<br>Summer's sighs avail,<br>Summer that sang himself to sleep,<br>Summer that piping in a grove all day<br>Played out his lovelorn soul upon the nightingale,<br>Oh songs more blest than mine, ah happier sighs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For at rich midnight all the bells<br>Of all the valley-lilies rang a tune<br>Like moonlight up and down the dells,<br>And June<br>As a naked maiden thro' the shades<br>Slipt thro' the woods and took her throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By this the east is red and white,<br>The queen of months is seen and known,<br>Like flocks of doves that soar and fall,<br>Like butterflies that hover and alight,<br>Like tears of ecstasy when tear on tear<br>From both wild eyes rains thro' the wreathèd hands,<br>The blush of morning drops upon the lands,<br>The Rose, the Rose is here!<br>And rapture, rapture crowns the passion of the year</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hark, hark,<br>Something stirs the arching green,<br>Thro' the verdurous aisles the doves are cooing,<br>And the birds of smaller quire,<br>As fairies that do run and sing<br>Before the bridal of their queen,<br>Flittering and fondly twittering,<br>Lead thro' the languid air the sick delight of wooing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sure thro' the distance dim I see the morn again!<br>Leaves that meet and part the hues of dawn disclose.<br>Has she heard my woes?<br>Has she pitied all my pain?<br>'Tis she! 'tis she!<br>As Summer waited for the Rose<br>I shall not wait in vain!<br>As June soft slipping warms the purple Dark,<br>So thou slippest thro' the shades to me,<br>So throbs my throbbing heart its thickening throbs to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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Where'er thou be,
Canst thou divine
The Love that hungers thus in me?
The secret cell where lone I lie and sigh for thee?
Long, long I wait, but shall I wait in vain?
How long the Summer waited for the Rose!
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