<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Threshold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead;<br>Your mother hung above the couch and wept<br>Whereon you lay all white, and garlanded<br>With blooms of waxen whiteness. I had crept<br>Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar,<br>And in the doorway watched you from afar,<br>Nor dared advance to kiss your lips and brow.<br>I had no part nor lot in you, as now;<br>Death had not broken between us the old bar;<br>Nor torn from out my heart the old, cold sense<br>Of your misprision and my impotence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</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=343186" data-title="On the Threshold de Amy Levy" data-description="O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you lay all white, and garlanded With blooms of waxen whiteness. I had crept Up to your chamber-door, which stood ajar, And in the doorway watched you..."></div> </div> </div>

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