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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Error And Loss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon an eve I sat me down and wept,<br>Because the world to me seemed nowise good;<br>Still autumn was it, & the meadows slept,<br>The misty hills dreamed, and the silent wood<br>Seemed listening to the sorrow of my mood:<br>I knew not if the earth with me did grieve,<br>Or if it mocked my grief that bitter eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then ’twixt my tears a maiden did I see,<br>Who drew anigh me on the leaf-strewn grass,<br>Then stood and gazed upon me pitifully<br>With grief-worn eyes, until my woe did pass<br>From me to her, and tearless now I was,<br>And she mid tears was asking me of one<br>She long had sought unaided and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew not of him, and she turned away<br>Into the dark wood, and my own great pain<br>Still held me there, till dark had slain the day,<br>And perished at the grey dawn’s hand again;<br>Then from the wood a voice cried: “Ah, in vain,<br>In vain I seek thee, O thou bitter-sweet!<br>In what lone land are set thy longed-for feet?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I looked up, and lo, a man there came<br>From midst the trees, and stood regarding me<br>Until my tears were dried for very shame;<br>Then he cried out: “O mourner, where is she<br>Whom I have sought o’er every land and sea?<br>I love her and she loveth me, and still<br>We meet no more than green hill meeteth hill.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that he passed on sadly, and I knew<br>That these had met and missed in the dark night,<br>Blinded by blindness of the world untrue,<br>That hideth love and maketh wrong of right.<br>Then midst my pity for their lost delight,<br>Yet more with barren longing I grew weak,<br>Yet more I mourned that I had none to seek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Because the world to me seemed nowise good;
Still autumn was it, & the meadows slept,
The misty hills dreamed, and the silent wood
Seemed listening to the sorrow of my mood:
I knew not if the earth with me did g..."></div>
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