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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tithonus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, <br> The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, <br> Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, <br> And after many a summer dies the swan. <br> Me only cruel immortality <br> Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms, <br> Here at the quiet limit of the world, <br> A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream <br> The ever-silent spaces of the East, <br> Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn. <br> Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man-- <br> So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, <br> Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd <br> To his great heart none other than a God! <br> I ask'd thee, &quot;Give me immortality.&quot; <br> Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, <br> Like wealthy men who care not how they give. <br> But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, <br> And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, <br> And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd <br> To dwell in presence of immortal youth, <br> Immortal age beside immortal youth, <br> And all I was in ashes. Can thy love <br> Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now, <br> Close over us, the silver star, thy guide, <br> Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears <br> To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift: <br> Why should a man desire in any way <br> To vary from the kindly race of men, <br> Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance <br> Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes <br> A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. <br> Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals <br> From any pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure, <br> And bosom beating with a heart renew'd. <br> Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom, <br> Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, <br> Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team <br> Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise, <br> And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes, <br> And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. <br> Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful <br> In silence, then before thine answer given <br> Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, <br> And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, <br> In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? <br> &quot;The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ay me! ay me! with what another heart <br> In days far-off, and with what other eyes <br> I used to watch if I be he that watch'd <br> The lucid outline forming round thee; saw <br> The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; <br> Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood <br> Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all <br> Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay, <br> Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm <br> With kisses balmier than half-opening buds <br> Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd <br> Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, <br> Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, <br> While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet hold me not for ever in thine East; <br> How can my nature longer mix with thine? <br> Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold <br> Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet <br> Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam <br> Floats up from those dim fields about the homes <br> Of happy men that have the power to die, <br> And grassy barrows of the happier dead. <br> Release me, and restore me to the ground; <br> Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave: <br> Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn; <br> I earth in earth forget these empty courts, <br> And thee returning on thy silver wheels.</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>
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 The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, 
 Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, 
 And after many a summer dies the swan. 
 Me only cruel immortality 
 Consumes; I wither slowly in thine ..."></div>
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