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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Voice From the Dungeon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm buried now; I've done with life;<br>I've done with hate, revenge and strife;<br>I've done with joy, and hope and love<br>And all the bustling world above.<br>Long have I dwelt forgotten here<br>In pining woe and dull despair;<br>This place of solitude and gloom<br>Must be my dungeon and my tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No hope, no pleasure can I find:<br>I am grown weary of my mind;<br>Often in balmy sleep I try<br>To gain a rest from misery,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in one hour of calm repose<br>To find a respite from my woes,<br>But dreamless sleep is not for me<br>And I am still in misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of liberty, 'tis true,<br>But then I dream of sorrow too,<br>Of blood and guilt and horrid woes,<br>Of tortured friends and happy foes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream about the world, but then<br>I dream of fiends instead of men;<br>Each smiling hope so quickly fades<br>And such a lurid gloom pervades</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That world - that when I wake and see<br>Those dreary phantoms fade and flee,<br>Even in my dungeon I can smile,<br>And taste of joy a little while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet it is not always so;<br>I dreamt a little while ago<br>That all was as it used to be:<br>A fresh free wind passed over me;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a pleasant summer's day,<br>The sun shone forth with cheering ray,<br>Methought a little lovely child<br>Looked up into my face and smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart was full, I wept for joy,<br>It was my own, my darling boy;<br>I clasped him to my breast and he<br>Kissed me and laughed in childish glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just them I heard in whisper sweet<br>A well known voice my name repeat.<br>His father stood before my eyes;<br>I gazed at him in mute surprise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought he smiled and spoke to me,<br>But still in silent ecstasy<br>I gazed at him; I could not speak;<br>I uttered one long piercing shriek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! Alas! That cursed scream<br>Aroused me from my heavenly dream;<br>I looked around in wild despair,<br>I called them, but they were not there;<br>The father and the child are gone,<br>And I must live and die alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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