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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night and Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it a lie that they told me,<br>Was it a pitiless hoax?<br>A sop for my soul and its longing<br>Only to cozen and coax?<br>And a voice came down through the night and rain:<br>'They lied; thou has trusted in vain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must I vanish off-hand into darkness,<br>Blown out with a breath like a lamp?<br>Have I nought in the future to look to<br>Save rotting in darkness and damp?<br>And the answer came with a mocking hiss:<br>'Thou hast nothing to look to save this.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of the grave and its conquest,<br>Of death and the loss of its sting?<br>Was it only the brag of a madman<br>Who believed an impossible thing?<br>And the voice returned, as the voice of a ghost:<br>'It was but a madman's boast.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I the serf of my senses?<br>Is my soul a slave without rights?<br>Are feeding and breeding and sleeping<br>My first and truest delights?<br>And the cruel answer cut me afresh:<br>'Thou art but the serf of thy flesh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it all for nought that I travail,<br>That I long for leisure from sin,<br>That I thirst for the pure and the perfect,<br>And feel like a god within?<br>The voice replied to my passionate thought:<br>'Thy longing and travail is nought.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I bowed my head in anguish,<br>Folding my face in my hands,<br>And I shuddered as one that sinketh<br>In the clutch of quaking sands.<br>And I stared, as I clinched my fingers tight,<br>Out through the black, black night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For life was shorn of its meaning,<br>And I cried: 'O God, is it so?<br>Utter the truth though it slay me,<br>Utter it, yes or no!'<br>But I heard no answer to heal my pain,<br>Save the bluster of wind and rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And behold, as I sat in my sorrow,<br>A quick ray shot from the east,<br>Another and then another,<br>And I knew that the night had ceased.<br>And the dark clouds rolled away to the west <br>As the great sun rose from his rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, as the fair dawn broadened,<br>Strong and joyous and bright,<br>My whole soul swept to meet it,<br>Rapt with a deep delight:<br>And a new voice rang from the radiant skies:<br>'Rejoice; I have heard thee. Arise.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Was it a pitiless hoax?
A sop for my soul and its longing
Only to cozen and coax?
And a voice came down through the night and rain:
'They lied; thou has trusted in vain.'

Must I vanish off-hand into darkness,
Blown..."></div>
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