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O MOTHER...

Written by: Mihai Eminescu | Biography
O mother, darling mother, lost in time's formless haze 
Amidst the leaves' sweet rustle you call my name always; 
Amidst their fluttering murmur above your sacred grave  
I hear you softly whisper whene'er the branches wave; 
While o'er your tomb the willows their autumn raiment heap.
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For ever wave the branches, and you for ever sleep.
When l shall die, beloved, do not beside me mourn, But break a branch of blossom that does the lime adorn, And take it very softly, and plant it at my head; I'll feel its shadow growing as on the soil it's shed; And watered by the tears that you for sorrow weep.
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For ever grow that shadow, and l for ever sleep.
And should it be together that we shall die one day, They shall not in some cemet'ry our separate bodies lay, But let them dig a grave near where the river flows And in a single coffin them both together close; That l to time eternal my love beside me keep.
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For ever wail the water, and we for ever sleep.
------------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Alexandru Grosu School No.
10, Focsani, Romania



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