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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sleeper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At midnight, in the month of June,<br>I stand beneath the mystic moon.<br>An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,<br>Exhales from out her golden rim,<br>And, softly dripping, drop by drop,<br>Upon the quiet mountain top,<br>Steal drowsily and musically<br>Into the universal valley.<br>The rosemary nods upon the grave;<br>The lily lolls upon the wave;<br>Wrapping the fog about its breast,<br>The ruin moulders into rest;<br>Looking like Lethe, see! the lake<br>A conscious slumber seems to take,<br>And would not, for the world, awake.<br>All beauty sleeps! - and lo! where lies<br>Irene, with her Destinies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, lady bright! can it be right-<br>The window open to the night?<br>The wanton airs, from the tree-top,<br>Laughingly through the lattice drop -<br>The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,<br>Flit through thy chamber in and out,<br>And wave the curtain canopy<br>So fitfully - so fearfully -<br>Above the closed and fringéd lid<br>'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,<br>That, o'er the floor and down the wall,<br>Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!<br>Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?<br>Why and what art thou dreaming here?<br>Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas<br>A wonder to these garden trees!<br>Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!<br>Strange, above all, thy length of tress,<br>And this all solemn silentness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,<br>Which is enduring, so be deep!<br>Heaven have her in its sacred keep!<br>This chamber changed for one more holy,<br>This bed for one more melancholy,<br>I pray to God that she may lie<br>Forever with unopened eye,<br>While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,<br>As it is lasting, so be deep!<br>Soft may the worms about her creep!<br>Far in the forest, dim and old,<br>For her may some tall vault unfold -<br>Some vault that oft hath flung its black<br>And wingéd panels fluttering back,<br>Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,<br>Of her grand family funerals -<br>Some sepulchre, remote, alone,<br>Against whose portal she hath thrown,<br>In childhood, many an idle stone -<br>Some tomb from out whose sounding door<br>She ne'er shall force an echo more,<br>Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!<br>It was the dead who groaned within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
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