<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reminded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my window twilight made<br>Familiar mysteries of shade.<br>Faint voices from the darkening down<br>Were calling vaguely to the town.<br>Intent upon a low, far gleam<br>That burned upon the world's extreme,<br>I sat, with short reprieve from grief,<br>And turned the volume, leaf by leaf,<br>Wherein a hand, long dead, had wrought<br>A million miracles of thought.<br>My fingers carelessly unclung<br>The lettered pages, and among<br>Them wandered witless, nor divined<br>The wealth in which, poor fools, they mined.<br>The soul that should have led their quest<br>Was dreaming in the level west,<br>Where a tall tower, stark and still,<br>Uplifted on a distant hill,<br>Stood lone and passionless to claim<br>Its guardian star's returning flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not how my dream was broke,<br>But suddenly my spirit woke<br>Filled with a foolish fear to look<br>Upon the hand that clove the book,<br>Significantly pointing; next<br>I bent attentive to the text,<br>And read-and as I read grew old-<br>The mindless words: 'Poor Tom's a-cold!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! to what a subtle touch<br>The brimming cup resigns its clutch<br>Upon the wine. Dear God, is 't writ<br>That hearts their overburden bear<br>Of bitterness though thou permit<br>The pranks of Chance, alurk in nooks,<br>And striking coward blows from books,<br>And dead hands reaching everywhere?</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> <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=342899" data-title="Reminded de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Beneath my window twilight made Familiar mysteries of shade. Faint voices from the darkening down Were calling vaguely to the town. Intent upon a low, far gleam That burned upon the world's extreme, I sat, with short reprieve from grief, And turne..."></div> </div> </div>

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