<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Key Note</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed I was dreaming one morn as I lay<br>In a garden with flowers teeming.<br>On an island I lay in a mystical bay,<br>In the dream that I dreamed I was dreaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ghost of a scent-had it followed me there<br>From the place where I truly was resting?<br>It filled like an anthem the aisles of the air,<br>The presence of roses attesting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I thought in the dream that I dreamed I dreamed<br>That the place was all barren of roses-<br>That it only seemed; and the place, I deemed,<br>Was the Isle of Bewildered Noses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full many a seaman had testified<br>How all who sailed near were enchanted,<br>And landed to search (and in searching died)<br>For the roses the Sirens had planted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the Sirens were dead, and the billows boomed<br>In the stead of their singing forever;<br>But the roses bloomed on the graves of the doomed,<br>Though man had discovered them never.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought in my dream 'twas an idle tale,<br>A delusion that mariners cherished<br>That the fragrance loading the conscious gale<br>Was the ghost of a rose long perished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said, 'I will fly from this island of woes.'<br>And acting on that decision,<br>By that odor of rose I was led by the nose,<br>For 'twas truly, ah! truly, Elysian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ran, in my madness, to seek out the source<br>Of the redolent river-directed<br>By some supernatural, sinister force<br>To a forest, dark, haunted, infected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still as I threaded ('twas all in the dream<br>That I dreamed I was dreaming) each turning<br>There were many a scream and a sudden gleam<br>Of eyes all uncannily burning!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves were all wet with a horrible dew<br>That mirrored the red moon's crescent,<br>And all shapes were fringed with a ghostly blue,<br>Dim, wavering, phosphorescent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the fragrance divine, coming strong and free,<br>Led me on, though my blood was clotting,<br>Till-ah, joy!-I could see, on the limbs of a tree,<br>Mine enemies hanging and rotting!</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=342952" data-title="The Key Note de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="I dreamed I was dreaming one morn as I lay In a garden with flowers teeming. On an island I lay in a mystical bay, In the dream that I dreamed I was dreaming. The ghost of a scent-had it followed me there From the place where I truly was resting?..."></div> </div> </div>

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