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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poet's Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a weary-looking mortal, and he wandered near the portal<br>Of the melancholy City of the Discontented Dead.<br>He was pale and worn exceeding and his manner was unheeding,<br>As if it could not matter what he did nor what he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sacred stranger'-I addressed him with a reverence befitting<br>The austere, unintermitting, dread solemnity he wore;<br>'Tis the custom, too, prevailing in that vicinage when hailing<br>One who possibly may be a person lately 'gone before'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sacred stranger, much I ponder on your evident dejection,<br>But my carefulest reflection leaves the riddle still unread.<br>How do you yourself explain your dismal tendency to wander<br>By the melancholy City of the Discontented Dead?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then that solemn person, pausing in the march that he was making,<br>Roused himself as if awaking, fixed his dull and stony eye<br>On my countenance and, slowly, like a priest devout and holy,<br>Chanted in a mournful monotone the following reply:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O my brother, do not fear it; I'm no disembodied spirit<br>I am Lampton, the Slang Poet, with a price upon my head.<br>I am watching by this portal for some late lamented mortal<br>To arise in his disquietude and leave his earthy bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then I hope to take possession and pull in the earth above me<br>And, renouncing my profession, ne'er be heard of any more.<br>For there's not a soul to love me and no living thing respects me,<br>Which so painfully affects me that I fain would 'go before.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I felt a deep compassion for the gentleman's dejection,<br>For privation of affection would refrigerate a frog.<br>So I said: 'If nothing human, and if neither man nor woman<br>Can appreciate the fashion of your merit-buy a dog.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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