<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,<br> And howlest, issuing out of night,<br> With blasts that blow the poplar white,<br> And lash with storm the streaming pane?<br> Day, when my crown'd estate begun<br> To pine in that reverse of doom,<br> Which sicken'd every living bloom,<br> And blurr'd the splendour of the sun;<br> Who usherest in the dolorous hour<br> With thy quick tears that make the rose<br> Pull sideways, and the daisy close<br> Her crimson fringes to the shower;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who might'st have heaved a windless flame<br> Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd<br> A chequer-work of beam and shade<br> Along the hills, yet look'd the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As wan, as chill, as wild as now;<br> Day, mark'd as with some hideous crime,<br> When the dark hand struck down thro' time,<br> And cancell'd nature's best: but thou,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lift as thou may'st thy burthen'd brows<br> Thro' clouds that drench the morning star,<br> And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar,<br> And sow the sky with flying boughs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And up thy vault with roaring sound<br> Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day;<br> Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray,<br> And hide thy shame beneath the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</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=341679" data-title="In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane? Day, when my crown'd estate begun To pine in that reverse of doom, Which sicken'd every liv..."></div> </div> </div>

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