<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124538" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Luke Havergal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, <br>There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, <br>And in the twilight wait for what will come. <br>The leaves will whisper there of her, and some, <br>Like flying words, will strike you as they fall; <br>But go, and if you listen she will call. <br>Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal— <br>Luke Havergal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies <br>To rift the fiery night that’s in your eyes; <br>But there, where western glooms are gathering, <br>The dark will end the dark, if anything: <br>God slays Himself with every leaf that flies, <br>And hell is more than half of paradise. <br>No, there is not a dawn in eastern skies— <br>In eastern skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of a grave I come to tell you this, <br>Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss <br>That flames upon your forehead with a glow <br>That blinds you to the way that you must go. <br>Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, <br>Bitter, but one that faith may never miss. <br>Out of a grave I come to tell you this— <br>To tell you this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is the western gate, Luke Havergal, <br>There are the crimson leaves upon the wall. <br>Go, for the winds are tearing them away,— <br>Nor think to riddle the dead words they say, <br>Nor any more to feel them as they fall; <br>But go, and if you trust her she will call. <br>There is the western gate, Luke Havergal— <br>Luke Havergal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a> from <i>The Children of the Night</i><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=124538" data-title="Luke Havergal de Edwin Arlington Robinson" data-description="Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, /There where the vines cling crimson on the wall, /And in the twilight wait for what will come. /The leaves will whisper there of her, and some, /Like flying words, will strike you as they fall; /But go, and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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