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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Watch In The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watchman, what of the night? - <br>Storm and thunder and rain, <br>Lights that waver and wane,<br>Leaving the watchfires unlit. <br>Only the balefires are bright, <br>And the flash of the lamps now and then <br>From a palace where spoilers sit, <br>Trampling the children of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prophet, what of the night? - <br>I stand by the verge of the sea, <br>Banished, uncomforted, free, <br>Hearing the noise of the waves <br>And sudden flashes that smite <br>Some man's tyrannous head, <br>Thundering, heard among graves <br>That hide the hosts of his dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mourners, what of the night? - <br>All night through without sleep <br>We weep, and we weep, and we weep. <br>Who shall give us our sons ? <br>Beaks of raven and kite,<br>Mouths of wolf and of hound, <br>Give us them back whom the guns <br>Shot for you dead on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead men, what of the night? - <br>Cannon and scaffold and sword,<br>Horror of gibbet and cord, <br>Mowed us as sheaves for the grave, <br>Mowed us down for the right. <br>We do not grudge or repent. <br>Freely to freedom we gave<br>Pledges, till life should be spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Statesman, what of the night? - <br>The night will last me my time. <br>The gold on a crown or a crime<br>Looks well enough yet by the lamps. <br>Have we not fingers to write, <br>Lips to swear at a need? <br>Then, when danger decamps, <br>Bury the word with the deed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Warrior, what of the night? - <br>Whether it be not or be <br>Night, is as one thing to me.<br>I for one, at the least, <br>Ask not of dews if they blight, <br>Ask not of flames if they slay,<br>Ask not of prince or of priest<br>How long ere we put them away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master, what of the night? - <br>Child, night is not at all <br>Anywhere, fallen or to fall, <br>Save in our star-stricken eyes.<br>Forth of our eyes it takes flight,<br>Look we but once nor before <br>Nor behind us, but straight on the skies; <br>Night is not then any more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Exile, what of the night? - <br>The tides and the hours run out, <br>The seasons of death and of doubt, <br>The night-watches bitter and sore.<br>In the quicksands leftward and right <br>My feet sink down under me; <br>But I know the scents of the shore <br>And the broad blown breaths of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Captives, what of the night? - <br>It rains outside overhead <br>Always, a rain that is red, <br>And our faces are soiled with the rain. <br>Here in the seasons' despite<br>Day-time and night-time are one,<br>Till the curse of the kings and the chain <br>Break, and their toils be undone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christian, what of the night? - <br>I cannot tell; I am blind. <br>I halt and hearken behind <br>If haply the hours will go back <br>And return to the dear dead light, <br>To the watchfires and stars that of old<br>Shone where the sky now is black,<br>Glowed where the earth now is cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High priest, what of the night? - <br>The night is horrible here <br>With haggard faces and fear, <br>Blood, and the burning of fire. <br>Mine eyes are emptied of sight, <br>Mine hands are full of the dust, <br>If the God of my faith be a liar, <br>Who is it that I shall trust?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Princes, what of the night? - <br>Night with pestilent breath <br>Feeds us, children of death, <br>Clothes us close with her gloom. <br>Rapine and famine and fright<br>Crouch at our feet and are fed. <br>Earth where we pass is a tomb, <br>Life where we triumph is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Martyrs, what of the night? - <br>Nay, is it night with you yet? <br>We, for our part, we forget <br>What night was, if it were. <br>The loud red mouths of the fight <br>Are silent and shut where we are. <br>In our eyes the tempestuous air <br>Shines as the face of a star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, what of the night? - <br>Night is for slumber and sleep, <br>Warm, no season to weep. <br>Let me alone till the day. <br>Sleep would I still if I might, <br>Who have slept for two hundred years. <br>Once I had honour, they say; <br>But slumber is sweeter than tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">France, what of the night? - <br>Night is the prostitute's noon, <br>Kissed and drugged till she swoon, <br>Spat upon, trod upon, whored. <br>With bloodred rose-garlands dight, <br>Round me reels in the dance <br>Death, my saviour, my lord,<br>Crowned; there is no more France.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Italy, what of the night? - <br>Ah, child, child, it is long! <br>Moonbeam and starbeam and song <br>Leave it dumb now and dark. <br>Yet I perceive on the height <br>Eastward, not now very far, <br>A song too loud for the lark, <br>A light too strong for a star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Germany, what of the night ? - <br>Long has it lulled me with dreams;<br>Now at midwatch, as it seems, <br>Light is brought back to mine eyes, <br>And the mastery of old and the might <br>Lives in the joints of mine hands, <br>Steadies my limbs as they rise, <br>Strengthens my foot as it stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Europe, what of the night ? - <br>Ask of heaven, and the sea, <br>And my babes on the bosom of me, <br>Nations of mine, but ungrown. <br>There is one who shall surely requite <br>All that endure or that err: <br>She can answer alone: <br>Ask not of me, but of her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Liberty, what of the night ? - <br>I feel not the red rains fall, <br>Hear not the tempest at all, <br>Nor thunder in heaven any more. <br>All the distance is white <br>With the soundless feet of the sun. <br>Night, with the woes that it wore, <br>Night is over and done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Storm and thunder and rain, 
Lights that waver and wane,
Leaving the watchfires unlit. 
Only the balefires are bright, 
And the flash of the lamps now and then 
From a palace where spoilers sit, 
Trampling the child..."></div>
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