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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Isabel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the most early morn<br>I rise from a damp pillow, tempest-tost,<br>To seek the sun with silent gaze forlorn,<br>And mourn for thee, my lost<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That early hour I meet<br>The daily vigil of my life to keep,<br>Because there are no other lights so sweet,<br>Or shades so long and deep,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And best I think of thee<br>Beside the duskest shade and brightest sun,<br>Whose mystic lot in life it was to be<br>Outshone, outwept by none,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Men said that thou wert fair:<br>There is no brightness in the heaven above,<br>There is no balm upon the summer air<br>Like thy warm love,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men saw that thou wert bright:<br>There is no wildness in the winds that blow,<br>There is no darkness in the winter's night<br>Like thy dark woe,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet thy path did miss<br>Men's footsteps: in their haunts thou hadst no joy;<br>The thoughts of other worlds were thine in this;<br>In thy sweet piety, and in thy bliss<br>And grief, for life too coy,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so my heart's despair<br>Looks for thee ere the firstling smoke hath curled;<br>While the rapt earth is at her morning pray'r,<br>Ere yet she putteth on her workday air<br>And robes her for the world,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sun-burst is o'er,<br>My lonely way about the world I take,<br>Doing and saying much, and feeling more,<br>And all things for thy sake,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never once I dare<br>To see thine image till the day be new,<br>And lip hath sullied not the unbreathed air,<br>And waking eyes are few,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then that lost form appears<br>Which was a joy to few on earth but me:<br>In the young light I see thy guileless glee,<br>In the deep dews thy tears,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So with Promethean moan<br>In widowhood renewed I learn to grieve;<br>Blest with one only thought-that I alone<br>Can fade: that thou thro' years shalt still shine on<br>In beauty, as in beauty art thou gone,<br>Thou morn that knew no eve,<br>Isabel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In beauty art thou gone;<br>As some bright meteor gleams across the night,<br>Gazed on by all, but understood by none,<br>And dying by its own excess of light,<br>Isabel.</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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I rise from a damp pillow, tempest-tost,
To seek the sun with silent gaze forlorn,
And mourn for thee, my lost
Isabel.

That early hour I meet
The daily vigil of my life to keep,
Because there are no other lights so sweet,
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