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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Buried Flower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the silence of my chamber,<br>When the night is still and deep,<br>And the drowsy heave of ocean<br>Mutters in its charmed sleep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft I hear the angel-voices<br>That have thrilled me long ago,-<br>Voices of my lost companions,<br>Lying deep beneath the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the garden I remember,<br>In the gay and sunny spring,<br>When our laughter made the thickets<br>And the arching alleys ring!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the merry burst of gladness!<br>O the soft and tender tone!<br>O the whisper never uttered<br>Save to one fond ear alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the light of life that sparkled<br>In those bright and bounteous eyes!<br>O the blush of happy beauty,<br>Tell-tale of the heart's surprise:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the radiant light that girdled<br>Field and forest, land and sea,<br>When we all were young together,<br>And the earth was new to me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are now the flowers we tended?<br>Withered, broken, branch and stem;<br>Where are now the hopes we cherished?<br>Scattered to the winds with them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ye, too, were flowers, ye dear ones!<br>Nursed in hope and reared in love,<br>Looking fondly ever upward<br>To the clear blue heaven above:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smiling on the sun that cheered us,<br>Rising lightly from the rain,<br>Never folding up your freshness<br>Save to give it forth again:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never shaken, save by accents<br>From a tongue that was not free,<br>As the modest blossom trembles<br>At the wooing of the bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! 'tis sad to lie and reckon<br>All the days of faded youth,<br>All the vows that we believed in,<br>All the words we spoke in truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Severed-were it severed only<br>By an idle thought of strife,<br>Such as time might knit together;<br>Not the broken chord of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my heart! that once so truly<br>Kept another's time and tune,<br>Heart, that kindled in the spring-tide,<br>Look around thee in the noon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are they who gave the impulse<br>To thy earliest thought and flow?<br>Look around the ruined garden-<br>All are withered, dropped, or low!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seek the birth-place of the lily,<br>Dearer to the boyish dream<br>Than the golden cups of Eden,<br>Floating on its slumbrous stream;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never more shalt thou behold her-<br>She, the noblest, fairest, best:<br>She that rose in fullest beauty,<br>Like a queen, above the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only still I keep her image<br>As a thought that cannot die;<br>He who raised the shade of Helen<br>Had no greater power than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! I fling my spirit backward,<br>And I pass o'er years of pain;<br>All I loved is rising round me,<br>All the lost returns again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, for ever blow, ye breezes,<br>Warmly as ye did before!<br>Bloom again, ye happy gardens,<br>With the radiant tints of yore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Warble out in spray and thicket,<br>All ye choristers unseen;<br>Let the leafy woodland echo<br>With an anthem to its queen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! she cometh in her beauty,<br>Stately with a Juno grace,<br>Raven locks, Madonna-braided<br>O'er her sweet and blushing face:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes of deepest violet, beaming<br>With the love that knows not shame-<br>Lips, that thrill my inmost being<br>With the utterance of a name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I bend the knee before her,<br>As a captive ought to bow,-<br>Pray thee, listen to my pleading,<br>Sovereign of my soul art thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my dear and gentle lady,<br>Let me show thee all my pain,<br>Ere the words that late were prisoned<br>Sink into my heart again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, they say, is very fearful<br>Ere its curtain be withdrawn,<br>Trembling at the thought of error<br>As the shadows scare the fawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love hath bound me to thee, lady,<br>Since the well-remembered day<br>When I first beheld thee coming<br>In the light of lustrous May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a word I dared to utter-<br>More than he who, long ago,<br>Saw the heavenly shapes descending<br>Over Ida's slopes of snow:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a low and solemn music<br>Floated through the listening grove,<br>And the throstle's song was silenced,<br>And the doling of the dove:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When immortal beauty opened<br>All its grace to mortal sight,<br>And the awe of worship blended<br>With the throbbing of delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the shepherd stood before them<br>Trembling in the Phrygian dell,<br>Even so my soul and being<br>Owned the magic of the spell;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I watched thee ever fondly,<br>Watched thee, dearest! from afar,<br>With the mute and humble homage<br>Of the Indian to a star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wert still the Lady Flora<br>In her morning garb of bloom;<br>Where thou wert was light and glory,<br>Where thou wert not, dearth and gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for many a day I followed<br>For a long and weary while,<br>Ere my heart rose up to bless thee<br>For the yielding of a smile,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere thy words were few and broken<br>As they answered back to mine,<br>Ere my lips had power to thank thee<br>For the gift vouchsafed by thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a mighty gush of passion<br>Through my inmost being ran;<br>Then my older life was ended,<br>And a dearer course began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearer!-O, I cannot tell thee<br>What a load was swept away,<br>What a world of doubt and darkness<br>Faded in the dawning day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my error, all my weakness,<br>All my vain delusions fled:<br>Hope again revived, and gladness<br>Waved its wings above my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the wanderer of the desert,<br>When, across the dreary sand,<br>Breathes the perfume from the thickets<br>Bordering on the promised land;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When afar he sees the palm-trees<br>Cresting o'er the lonely well,<br>When he hears the pleasant tinkle<br>Of the distant camel's bell:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So a fresh and glad emotion<br>Rose within my swelling breast,<br>And I hurried swiftly onwards<br>To the haven of my rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wert there with word and welcome,<br>With thy smile so purely sweet;<br>And I laid my heart before thee,<br>Laid it, darling, at thy feet!-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ye words that sound so hollow<br>As I now recall your tone!<br>What are ye but empty echoes<br>Of a passion crushed and gone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore should I seek to kindle<br>Light, when all around is gloom?<br>Wherefore should I raise a phantom<br>O'er the dark and silent tomb?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early wert thou taken, Mary!<br>In thy fair and glorious prime,<br>Ere the bees had ceased to murmur<br>Through the umbrage of the lime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Buds were blowing, waters flowing,<br>Birds were singing on the tree,<br>Every thing was bright and glowing,<br>When the angels came for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death had laid aside his terror,<br>And he found thee calm and mild,<br>Lying in thy robes of whiteness,<br>Like a pure and stainless child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hardly had the mountain violet<br>Spread its blossoms on the sod,<br>Ere they laid the turf above thee,<br>And thy spirit rose to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Early wert thou taken, Mary!<br>And I know 'tis vain to weep-<br>Tears of mine can never wake thee<br>From thy sad and silent sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O away! my thoughts are earthward!<br>Not asleep, my love, art thou!<br>Dwelling in the land of glory<br>With the saints and angels now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brighter, fairer far than living,<br>With no trace of woe or pain,<br>Robed in everlasting beauty,<br>Shall I see thee once again,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the light that never fadeth,<br>Underneath eternal skies,<br>When the dawn of resurrection<br>Breaks o'er deathless Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Edmondstoune+Aytoun">William Edmondstoune Aytoun</a><div class=q>
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When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,

Oft I hear the angel-voices
That have thrilled me long ago,-
Voices of my lost companions,
Lying deep beneath the snow.

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