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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529979" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Linda To Hafed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM 'THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'How sweetly,' said the trembling maid,<br>Of her own gentle voice afraid,<br>So long had they in silence stood,<br>Looking upon that moonlight flood,--<br>'How sweetly does the moonbeam smile<br>To-night upon yon leafy isle!<br>Oft in my fancy's wanderings,<br>I've wished that little isle had wings,<br>And we, within its fairy bowers,<br>Were wafted off to seas unknown,<br>Where not a pulse should beat but ours,<br>And we might live, love, die alone!<br>Far from the cruel and the cold,--<br>Where the bright eyes of angels only<br>Should come around us, to behold<br>A paradise so pure and lonely!<br>Would this be world enough for thee?'--<br>Playful she turned, that he might see<br>The passing smile her cheek put on;<br>But when she marked how mournfully<br>His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;<br>And, bursting into heartfelt tears,<br>'Yes, yes,' she cried, 'my hourly fears,<br>My dreams, have boded all too right,--<br>We part--forever part--to-night!<br>I knew, I knew it _could_ not last,--<br>'T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past!<br>O, ever thus, from childhood's hour,<br>I've seen my fondest hopes decay;<br>I never loved a tree or flower<br>But 't was the first to fade away.<br>I never nursed a dear gazelle,<br>To glad me with its soft black eye,<br>But when it came to know me well,<br>And love me, it was sure to die!<br>Now, too, the joy most like divine<br>Of all I ever dreamt or knew,<br>To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,--<br>O misery! must I lose _that_ too?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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'How sweetly,' said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that moonlight flood,--
'How sweetly does the moonbeam smile
To-night upon yon leafy isle!
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