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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers, <br>Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair; <br>Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers <br>Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming <br>To wind round the willow banks that lure him from above: <br>O that in tears, from my rocky prison streaming, <br>I too could glide to the bower of my love! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her, <br>Opes she her eyelids at the dream of my lay, <br>Listening, like the dove, while the fountains echo round her, <br>To her lost mate's call in the forests far away. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=395947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest, <br>Still Heaven's messenger of comfort to me— <br>Come—this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest, <br>Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Darley">George Darley</a></strong></div>