<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Day that I have Loved</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,<br> And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.<br>The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.<br> I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making<br> Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.<br>There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;<br> And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,<br> Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming<br>And marble sand. . . .<br> Beyond the shifting cold twilight,<br> Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There'll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear<br> Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.<br>Oh, the last fire - and you, unkissed, unfriended there!<br> Oh, the lone way's red ending, and we not there to weep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,<br> Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,<br>Came happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,<br> High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grey sands curve before me. . . .<br> From the inland meadows,<br> Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark, and fills<br>The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows,<br> And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close in the nest is folded every weary wing,<br> Hushed all the joyful voices; and we, who held you dear,<br>Eastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering . . .<br> Day that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115820" data-title="Day that I have Loved de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,/ And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands./The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies./ I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,/Where lies your waiting boat,..."></div> </div> </div>

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