<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas For Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trust the happy hour will come, <br>That shall to peace thy breast restore;<br>And that we two, beloved friend,<br>Shall one day meet to part no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It grieves me most, that parting thus, <br>All my soul feels I dare not speak;<br>And when I turn me from thy sight,<br>The tears in silence wet my cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I look forward to the time, <br>That shall each wound of sorrow heal;<br>When I may press thee to my heart,<br>And tell thee all that now I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</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=538637" data-title="Stanzas For Music de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="I trust the happy hour will come, That shall to peace thy breast restore; And that we two, beloved friend, Shall one day meet to part no more. It grieves me most, that parting thus, All my soul feels I dare not speak; And when I turn me from th..."></div> </div> </div>

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