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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539551" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tale of Elsinore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease,<br>In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine trees -<br>And his big brown eyes with tears seemed dim,<br>While one soft arm rested on a huge dog close by him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And only four summers had passed o'er his baby head,<br>And, poor little child, his twin brother was dead,<br>Who had died but a few days before,<br>And now he must play alone, for he'd see him no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for many generations 'tis said for a truth<br>That the eldest bairn of the Cronberg family died early in youth,<br>Owing to a curse that pursued them for many a day,<br>Because the Cronberg chief had carried a lovely maiden away, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That belonged, 'tis said, to the bold Viking chief,<br>And her aged mother could find no relief;<br>And she cursed the Cronberg family in accents wild,<br>For the loss of her darling, beautiful child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So at last the little child crept back to its home,<br>And entered the silent nursery alone,<br>Where he knew since morning his twin brother had lain,<br>But, alas! they would never walk hand in hand again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, pausing breathless, he gazed into the darkened room,<br>And there he saw in the dark gloom<br>The aged Gudrun keeping her lonely watch o'er the dead,<br>Sad and forlorn at the head of the bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then little Olaf sprang joyfully into the room,<br>And bounding upon the bed, not fearing the corpse in the gloom;<br>And crept close beside the white form,<br>That was wont to walk by his side night and morn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with his dimpled hands his brother he did stroke,<br>And with grief his little heart almost broke;<br>And he whispered in baby talk his brother's name,<br>But, alas! to him no answer came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But his good old nurse let little Olaf be,<br>The more it was very sad to see;<br>But she could not check the child, nor on him frown,<br>And as she watched him, the tears came trickling down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Olaf cried, &quot;Oh, nursey, when will he speak again?&quot;<br>And old Gudrun said, &quot;My lamb,'tis all in vain,<br>He is singing sweet songs with the angels now,&quot;<br>And kissed him fondly on cheek and brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the same evening, Olaf wandered out on the green,<br>Which to him and his brother oft a playground had been;<br>And lying down on the messy bank, their old play place,<br>He fell asleep with a heavenly smile upon his face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as he slept if seemed to him an angel drew near,<br>And bending o'er him seemed to drop a tear,<br>And swept his closed eyes with her downy wing,<br>Then in whispers softly she did sing - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Love God and be good to all, and one day<br>You'll meet your brother in Heaven in grand array,<br>On that bright and golden happy shore,<br>Where you and your brother shall part no more.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the angel kissed him and vanished away,<br>And Olaf started to his feet in great dismay;<br>Then he turned his eyes to Heaven, for his heart felt sore,<br>And from that day the house of Cronberg was cursed no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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And his big brown eyes with tears seemed dim,
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