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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535077" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Ireland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,<br> Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,<br> Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,<br> Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders;<br> At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,<br> Long silent--she too long silent--mourning her shrouded hope and<br> heir;<br> Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow, because most full of<br> love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet a word, ancient mother;<br> You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground, with forehead<br> between your knees;<br> O you need not sit there, veil'd in your old white hair, so<br> dishevel'd;    10<br> For know you, the one you mourn is not in that grave;<br> It was an illusion--the heir, the son you love, was not really dead;<br> The Lord is not dead--he is risen again, young and strong, in another<br> country;<br> Even while you wept there by your fallen harp, by the grave,<br> What you wept for, was translated, pass'd from the grave,<br> The winds favor'd, and the sea sail'd it,<br> And now with rosy and new blood,<br> Moves to-day in a new country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,
 Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,
 Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shoulders;
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