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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night winds howled--the billows dashed<br>Against the tossing chest;<br>And Danae to her broken heart<br>Her slumbering infant pressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My little child'--in tears she said--<br>'To wake and weep is mine,<br>But thou canst sleep--thou dost not know<br>Thy mother's lot, and thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The moon is up, the moonbeams smile--<br>They tremble on the main;<br>But dark, within my floating cell,<br>To me they smile in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm,<br>Thy clustering locks are dry,<br>Thou dost not hear the shrieking gust,<br>Nor breakers booming high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As o'er thy sweet unconscious face<br>A mournful watch I keep,<br>I think, didst thou but know thy fate,<br>How thou wouldst also weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep, ye winds<br>That vex the restless brine--<br>When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed<br>As peacefully as thine!'</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=538092" data-title="Version Of A Fragment Of Simonides de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="The night winds howled--the billows dashed Against the tossing chest; And Danae to her broken heart Her slumbering infant pressed. 'My little child'--in tears she said-- 'To wake and weep is mine, But thou canst sleep--thou dost not know Thy moth..."></div> </div> </div>
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