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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Finis Aeternitatis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strolling at sunset in my native land,<br>With fruits and flowers thick on either hand,<br>I crossed a Shadow flung athwart my way,<br>Emerging on a waste of rock and sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The apples all are gone from here,' I said,<br>'The roses perished and their spirits fled.<br>I will go back.' A voice cried out: 'The man<br>Is risen who eternally was dead!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned and saw an angel standing there,<br>Newly descended from the heights of air.<br>Sweet-eyed compassion filled his face, his hands<br>A naked sword and golden trumpet bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, 'twas not death, the shadow that I crossed,'<br>I said. 'Its chill was but a touch of frost.<br>It made me gasp, but quickly I came through,<br>With breath recovered ere it scarce was lost.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas the same land! Remembered mountains thrust<br>Grayed heads asky, and every dragging gust,<br>In ashen valleys where my sons had reaped,<br>Stirred in familiar river-beds the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some heights, where once the traveler was shown<br>The youngest and the proudest city known,<br>Lifted smooth ridges in the steely light<br>Bleak, desolate acclivities of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I had worshiped at my father's tomb,<br>Within a massive temple's awful gloom,<br>A jackal slunk along the naked rock,<br>Affrighted by some prescience of doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man's vestiges were nowhere to be found,<br>Save one brass mausoleum on a mound<br>(I knew it well) spared by the artist Time<br>To emphasize the desolation round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the stagnant sea the sullen sun<br>Sank behind bars of crimson, one by one.<br>'Eternity's at hand!' I cried aloud.<br>'Eternity,' the angel said, 'is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For man is ages dead in every zone;<br>The angels all are dead but I alone;<br>The devils, too, are cold enough at last,<br>And God lies dead before the great white throne!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis foreordained that I bestride the shore<br>When all are gone (as Gabriel did before,<br>When I had throttled the last man alive)<br>And swear Eternity shall be no more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Azrael-O Prince of Death, declare<br>Why conquered I the grave?' I cried. 'What rare,<br>Conspicuous virtues won this boon for me?'<br>'You've been revived,' he said, 'to hear me swear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then let me creep again beneath the grass,<br>And knock thou at yon pompous tomb of brass.<br>If ears are what you want, Charles Crocker's there<br>Betwixt the greatest ears, the greatest ass.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rapped, and while the hollow echoes rang,<br>Out at the door a curst hyena sprang<br>And fled! Said Azrael: 'His soul's escaped,'<br>And closed the brazen portal with a bang.</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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I crossed a Shadow flung athwart my way,
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