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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts of Phena</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at news of her death </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a line of her writing have I <br>Not a thread of her hair, <br>No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby <br>I may picture her there; <br>And in vain do I urge my unsight <br>To conceive my lost prize <br>At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were upbrimming with light <br>And with laughter her eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What scenes spread around her last days, <br>Sad, shining, or dim? <br>Did her gifts and compassions enray and enarch her sweet ways <br>With an aureate nimb? <br>Or did life-light decline from her years, <br>And mischances control <br>Her full day-star; unease, or regret, or forebodings, or fears <br>Disennoble her soul? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I do but the phantom retain <br>Of the maiden of yore <br>As my relic; yet haply the best of her--fined in my brain <br>It may be the more <br>That no line of her writing have I, <br>Nor a thread of her hair, <br>No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby <br>I may picture her there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">March 1890.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q>
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Not a line of her writing have I 
Not a thread of her hair, 
No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby 
I may picture her there; 
And in vain do I urge my unsight 
To conceive my lost prize 
At her close, who..."></div>
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