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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Widower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For a season there must be pain--<br> For a little, little space <br> I shall lose the sight of her face,<br> Take back the old life again<br> While She is at rest in her place. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> For a season this pain must endure,<br> For a little, little while<br> I shall sigh more often than smile<br> Till time shall work me a cure,<br> And the pitiful days beguile.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> For that season we must be apart,<br> For a little length of years,<br> Till my life's last hour nears,<br> And, above the beat of my heart,<br> I hear Her voice in my ears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But I shall not understand--<br> Being set on some later love,<br> Shall not know her for whom I strove,<br> Till she reach me forth her hand,<br> Saying, "Who but I have the right?"<br> And out of a troubled night<br> Shall draw me safe to the land.</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=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a></strong></div>

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