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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115557" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Death-Scene</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O day! he cannot die<br>When thou so fair art shining!<br>O Sun, in such a glorious sky,<br>So tranquilly declining;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He cannot leave thee now,<br>While fresh west winds are blowing,<br>And all around his youthful brow<br>Thy cheerful light is glowing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Edward, awake, awake—<br>The golden evening gleams<br>Warm and bright on Arden's lake—<br>Arouse thee from thy dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beside thee, on my knee,<br>My dearest friend, I pray<br>That thou, to cross the eternal sea,<br>Wouldst yet one hour delay:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I hear its billows roar—<br>I see them foaming high;<br>But no glimpse of a further shore<br>Has blest my straining eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Believe not what they urge<br>Of Eden isles beyond;<br>Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,<br>To thy own native land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is not death, but pain<br>That struggles in thy breast—<br>Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;<br>I cannot let thee rest!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One long look, that sore reproved me<br>For the woe I could not bear—<br>One mute look of suffering moved me<br>To repent my useless prayer:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, with sudden check, the heaving<br>Of distraction passed away;<br>Not a sign of further grieving<br>Stirred my soul that awful day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting;<br>Sunk to peace the twilight breeze:<br>Summer dews fell softly, wetting<br>Glen, and glade, and silent trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then his eyes began to weary,<br>Weighed beneath a mortal sleep;<br>And their orbs grew strangely dreary,<br>Clouded, even as they would weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But they wept not, but they changed not,<br>Never moved, and never closed;<br>Troubled still, and still they ranged not—<br>Wandered not, nor yet reposed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I knew that he was dying—<br>Stooped, and raised his languid head;<br>Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,<br>So I knew that he was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q>
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