<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Safe in the magic of my woods<br> I lay, and watched the dying light.<br>Faint in the pale high solitudes,<br> And washed with rain and veiled by night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silver and blue and green were showing.<br> And the dark woods grew darker still;<br>And birds were hushed; and peace was growing;<br> And quietness crept up the hill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And no wind was blowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I knew<br>That this was the hour of knowing,<br>And the night and the woods and you<br>Were one together, and I should find<br>Soon in the silence the hidden key<br>Of all that had hurt and puzzled me -<br>Why you were you, and the night was kind,<br>And the woods were part of the heart of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there I waited breathlessly,<br>Alone; and slowly the holy three,<br>The three that I loved, together grew<br>One, in the hour of knowing,<br>Night, and the woods, and you -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly<br>There was an uproar in my woods,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The noise of a fool in mock distress,<br>Crashing and laughing and blindly going,<br>Of ignorant feet and a swishing dress,<br>And a Voice profaning the solitudes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spell was broken, the key denied me<br>And at length your flat clear voice beside me<br>Mouthed cheerful clear flat platitudes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You came and quacked beside me in the wood.<br>You said, 'The view from here is very good!'<br>You said, 'It's nice to be alone a bit!'<br>And, 'How the days are drawing out!' you said.<br>You said, 'The sunset's pretty, isn't it?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By God! I wish - I wish that you were dead!</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=115943" data-title="The Voice de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Safe in the magic of my woods/ I lay, and watched the dying light./Faint in the pale high solitudes,/ And washed with rain and veiled by night,/Silver and blue and green were showing./ And the dark woods grew darker still;/And birds were hushed; a..."></div> </div> </div>

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