<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maiden's Sorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven long years has the desert rain<br>Dropped on the clods that hide thy face;<br>Seven long years of sorrow and pain<br>I have thought of thy burial-place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thought of thy fate in the distant west,<br>Dying with none that loved thee near;<br>They who flung the earth on thy breast<br>Turned from the spot williout a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, I think, on that lonely grave,<br>Violets spring in the soft May shower;<br>There, in the summer breezes, wave<br>Crimson phlox and moccasin flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the turtles alight, and there<br>Feeds with her fawn the timid doe;<br>There, when the winter woods are bare,<br>Walks the wolf on the crackling snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon wilt thou wipe my tears away;<br>All my task upon earth is done;<br>My poor father, old and gray,<br>Slumbers beneath the churchyard stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dreams of my lonely bed,<br>Ever thy form before me seems;<br>All night long I talk with the dead,<br>All day long I think of my dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This deep wound that bleeds and aches,<br>This long pain, a sleepless pain--<br>When the Father my spirit takes,<br>I shall feel it no more again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</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=538070" data-title="The Maiden's Sorrow de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Seven long years has the desert rain Dropped on the clods that hide thy face; Seven long years of sorrow and pain I have thought of thy burial-place. Thought of thy fate in the distant west, Dying with none that loved thee near; They who flung th..."></div> </div> </div>

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