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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Argemone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The terrible night-watch is over, <br>I turn where I lie,<br>To eastward my dim eyes discover<br>Faint streaks in the sky ;<br>Faint streaks on a faint light that dapples <br>And dawns like the ripening of apples,<br>Closes with darkness and grapples,<br>And darkness must die.<br> <br>And the dawn finds us where the dusk found us—<br>The quick and the dead ;<br>Thou dawn-slaying darkness around us, <br>Oh ! slay me instead !<br>Thou pitiless earth that would sever<br>Twain souls, reuniting them never, <br>Oh, gape and engulf me for ever,<br>Oh, cover my head !<br> <br>The toils that men strive with stout-hearted, <br>The fears that men fly,<br>I have known them, but they have departed, <br>And thou hast gone by.<br>Men toiling, and straining, and striving, <br>Are glad, peradventure, for living ; <br>I render for life no thanksgiving,<br>Glad only to die.<br> <br>Too alike to me now are all changes,<br>Naught gladdens, naught grieves. <br>Alike, now, pale snow on the ranges,<br>Pale gold on the sheaves.<br>Alike now the hum of glad bees on<br>Green boughs, and the sigh of sad trees on<br>Sere uplands, the fall of the season,<br>The fall of the leaves.<br> <br>Alike now each wind blows the breezes<br>That kiss where they roam,<br>The breath of the March wind that freezes<br>In the rime of the loam ;<br>The storm-blast that lashes and scourges, <br>And rends the white crests of the surges,<br>As it sweeps with the thunder of dirges<br>Across the sea foam.<br> <br>Alike now all rainfall and down-fall,<br>Foul seasons and fair ;<br>Let the rose on my patch or the thorn fall,<br>I heed not, nor care ;<br>Nor for grey light of dawn, nor for dun light<br>Of dusk, nor for dazzle of sunlight<br>At noon ; shall I seek light, or shun light ?<br>Seek warmth or seek care ?<br> <br>Nor for breaking of fast neither grateful,<br>Nor for quenching of thirst,<br>In the dawn of the eventide hateful,<br>In the noontide accurst,<br>In the watch of the night sleep-forsaken<br>Till that sleep comes, no watch shall re-waken,<br>Be the best things of life never taken,<br>Never feared be the worst.<br> <br>Skies laugh, and buds bloom, and birds warble<br>At breaking of day ;<br>Without and within, on grey marble, <br>The light glimmers grey :<br>O pale, silent mouth, surely this is<br>The spot where death strikes and life misses :<br>Warm lips, pressing cold lips, waste kisses<br>Clay-cold as cold clay.<br> <br>Through sunset, and twilight, and nightfall, <br>And night-watches bleak,<br>We have lain thus. Now broad rays of light fall,<br>And flicker, and streak ;<br>The death-chamber glancing and shining,<br>Where death and dead life lie reclining, <br>My hand with her hand intertwining,<br>My cheek to her cheek.<br> <br>I adjure thee by days spent together, <br>(So sad and so few),<br>By the seasons of fair and foul weather, <br>By the rose and the rue ;<br>By the storms and the joys of past hours,<br>By the thorns of the earth and the flowers,<br>By the sun of the skies and the showers,<br>By the mist and the dew,<br> <br>By the time that annihilates all things—<br>Our woes and our crimes ;<br>By the gath'ring of great things and small things<br>At the end of all times,<br>Let thy soul answer mine through the portal<br>Of the grave, if the soul be immortal<br>(As the wise men of all climes have taught all<br>The fools of all climes).<br> <br>If these men speak truth I come quickly—<br>My life does thee wrong :<br>Dost thou languish in shades peopled thickly<br>With phantoms that throng ?<br>Have they known thee, my love ? Hast thou known one<br>To welcome the stranger and lone one ?<br>O loved one, O lost one, mine own one,<br>I tarry not long.<br> <br>The flower that no more shall enwreath us<br>Turns sunward : the dove<br>Sails skyward : the grass is beneath us,<br>The birds are above.<br>Those skies, an illegible letter,<br>Seem fairer and farther, scarce better<br>Than earth to man, crushed by life's fetter<br>When lifeless is love.<br> <br>And none can love twice, says the heathen,<br>And none can twice die :<br>More hopeful than these are, are we then,<br>With hopes past the sky,<br>Yon judge—will He swerve from just sentence<br>For tardy, fear-stricken repentance ?<br>Ask those who came hither and went hence,<br>But hope no reply.<br> <br>And He who shall judge us in light :<br>How, then, shall I trust<br>In Him, having sinned in His sight ?<br>. . . Is jealous and just ;<br>So priests taught me once, in their learning<br>Perplexed, slower still in discerning :<br>Are ashes to ashes returning,<br>And dust seeking dust.<br> <br>Can life thrive when life's love expires ?<br>Are life and love twain ?<br>Men say so. Nay, all men are liars,<br>Or all lives are vain.<br>Let our dead loves and lives be forgotten<br>With the ripening of fruits that are rotten ;<br>So we loving fools, dust-begotten,<br>Go dustward again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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I turn where I lie,
To eastward my dim eyes discover
Faint streaks in the sky ;
Faint streaks on a faint light that dapples 
And dawns like the ripening of apples,
Closes with darkness and grapples,
And darkness ..."></div>
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