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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the white flame in us is gone,<br> And we that lost the world's delight<br>Stiffen in darkness, left alone<br> To crumble in our separate night;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When your swift hair is quiet in death,<br> And through the lips corruption thrust<br>Has stilled the labour of my breath-<br> When we are dust, when we are dust!-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not dead, not undesirous yet,<br> Still sentient, still unsatisfied,<br>We'll ride the air, and shine, and flit,<br> Around the places where we died,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dance as dust before the sun,<br> And light of foot, and unconfined,<br>Hurry from road to road, and run<br> About the errands of the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every mote, on earth or air,<br> Will speed and gleam, down later days,<br>And like a secret pilgrim fare<br> By eager and invisible ways,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,<br> Till, beyond thinking, out of view,<br>One mote of all the dust that's I<br> Shall meet one atom that was you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then in some garden hushed from wind,<br> Warm in a sunset's afterglow,<br>The lovers in the flowers will find<br> A sweet and strange unquiet grow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the peace; and, past desiring,<br> So high a beauty in the air,<br>And such a light, and such a quiring,<br> And such a radiant ecstasy there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,<br> Or out of earth, or in the height,<br>Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,<br> Or two that pass, in light, to light,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the garden, higher, higher. . . .<br> But in that instant they shall learn<br>The shattering ecstasy of our fire,<br> And the weak passionless hearts will burn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And faint in that amazing glow,<br> Until the darkness close above;<br>And they will know-poor fools, they'll know!-<br> One moment, what it is to love.</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>
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