<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleeping Out: Full Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sleep within. . . .<br>I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.<br>High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have slept too long, who can hardly win<br>The white one flame, and the night-long crying;<br>The viewless passers; the world's low sighing<br>With desire, with yearning,<br>To the fire unburning,<br>To the heatless fire, to the flameless ecstasy! . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helpless I lie.<br>And around me the feet of thy watchers tread.<br>There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head,<br>An intolerable radiance of wings. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the earth grows fire,<br>White lips of desire<br>Brushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrous things.<br>Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways,<br>Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands,<br>The gracious presence of friendly hands,<br>Help the blind one, the glad one, who stumbles and strays,<br>Stretching wavering hands, up, up, through the praise<br>Of a myriad silver trumpets, through cries,<br>To all glory, to all gladness, to the infinite height,<br>To the gracious, the unmoving, the mother eyes,<br>And the laughter, and the lips, of light.</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=115922" data-title="Sleeping Out: Full Moon de Rupert Brooke" data-description="They sleep within. . . ./I cower to the earth, I waking, I only./High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely./We have slept too long, who can hardly win/The white one flame, and the night-long crying;/The viewless passers; the w..."></div> </div> </div>

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