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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lake of the Dismal Swamp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'THEY made her a grave too cold and damp <br>For a soul so warm and true; <br>And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, <br>Where all night long, by a firefly lamp, <br>She paddles her white canoe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, <br>And her paddle I soon shall hear; <br>Long and moving our life shall be <br>And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, <br>When the footstep of death is near.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds, - <br>His path was rugged and sore, <br>Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, <br>Through many a fen where the serpent feeds, <br>And man never trod before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when on the earth he sank to sleep, <br>If slumber his eyelids knew, <br>He lay where the deadly vine doth weep <br>Its venemous tear, and nightly steep <br>The flesh with blistering dew! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And near him the she-wolf stirr'd the brake, <br>And the copper-snake breathed in his ear, <br>Till he starting cried, from his dream awake, <br>'Oh when shall I see the dusky Lake, <br>And the white canoe of my dear?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the Lake, and a meteor bright <br>Quick over its surface play'd, - <br>'Welcome,' he said, 'my dear one's light!' <br>And the dim shore echo'd for many a night <br>The name of the death-cold maid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till he hollow'd a boat of the birchen bark, <br>Which carried him off from the shore; <br>Far, far he follow'd the meteor spark, <br>The wind was high and the clouds were dark, <br>And the boat return'd no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oft, from the Indian hunter's camp, <br>This lover and maid so true <br>Are seen at the hour of midnight damp <br>To cross the Lake by a firefly lamp, <br>And paddle their white canoe!</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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For a soul so warm and true; 
And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, 
Where all night long, by a firefly lamp, 
She paddles her white canoe. 

And her firefly lamp I soon shall see, 
And her paddl..."></div>
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