<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Touches A Sad String Of Soft Recall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Return, return! all night my lamp is burning,<br>All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;<br>Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning<br>Bears witness that the absent can return,<br>Return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness,<br>Like it, I burn to waste and waste to burn,<br>Like it, I spend the golden oil of gladness<br>To feed the sorrowy signal for return,<br>Return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like it, like it, whene'er the east wind sings,<br>I bend and shake; like it, I quake and yearn,<br>When Hope's late butterflies, with whispering wings,<br>Fly in out of the dark, to fall and burn-<br>Burn in the watchfire of return,<br>Return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like it, the very flame whereby I pine<br>Consumes me to its nature. While I mourn<br>My soul becomes a better soul than mine,<br>And from its brightening beacon I discern<br>My starry love go forth from me, and shine<br>Across the seas a path for thy return,<br>Return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Return, return! all night I see it burn,<br>All night it prays like me, and lifts a twin<br>Of palmèd praying hands that meet and yearn-<br>Yearn to the impleaded skies for thy return.<br>Day, like a golden fetter, locks them in,<br>And wans the light that withers, tho' it burn<br>As warmly still for thy return;<br>Still thro' the splendid load uplifts the thin<br>Pale, paler, palest patience that can learn<br>Nought but that votive sign for thy return-<br>That single suppliant sign for thy return,<br>Return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Return, return! lest haply, love, or e'er<br>Thou touch the lamp the light have ceased to burn,<br>And thou, who thro' the window didst discern<br>The wonted flame, shalt reach the topmost stair<br>To find no wide eyes watching there,<br>No withered welcome waiting thy return!<br>A passing ghost, a smoke-wreath in the air,<br>The flameless ashes, and the soulless urn,<br>Warm with the famished fire that lived to burn-<br>Burn out its lingering life for thy return,<br>Its last of lingering life for thy return,<br>Its last of lingering life to light thy late return,<br>Return, return.</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> <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=523187" data-title="She Touches A Sad String Of Soft Recall de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="Return, return! all night my lamp is burning, All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn; Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning Bears witness that the absent can return, Return, return. Like it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness, L..."></div> </div> </div>

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