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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale discrowned stacks of maize, <br> Like spectres in the sun, <br>Stand shivering nigh Avonaise, <br> Where all is dead and gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sere leaves make a music vain, <br> With melancholy chords; <br>Like cries from some old battle-plain, <br> Like clash of phantom swords. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the maize was lush and green <br> With musical green waves, <br>She went, its plumed ranks between, <br> Unto the hill of graves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There you may see sweet flowers set <br> O'er damsels and o'er dames -- <br>Rose, Ellen, Mary, Margaret -- <br> The sweet old quiet names. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gravestones show in long array, <br> Though white or green with moss, <br>How linked in Life and Death are they -- <br> The Shamrock and the Cross. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gravestones face the Golden East, <br> And in the morn they take <br>The blessing of the Great High Priest, <br> Before the living wake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who was she? Never ask her name, <br> Her beauty and her grace <br>Have passed, with her poor little shame, <br> Into the Silent Place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Avonaise, in Avonaise, <br> Where all is dead and done, <br>The folk who rest there all their days <br> Care not for moon or sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They care not, when the living pass, <br> Whether they sigh or smile; <br>They hear above their graves the grass <br> That sighs -- "A little while!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white stone marks her small green bed <br> With "Anna" and "Adieu". <br>Madonna Mary, rest her head <br> On your dear lap of blue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</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=533725" data-title="Anna de Victor James Daley" data-description="The pale discrowned stacks of maize, Like spectres in the sun, Stand shivering nigh Avonaise, Where all is dead and gone. The sere leaves make a music vain, With melancholy chords; Like ..."></div> </div> </div>
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