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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348173" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The City (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canst thou not rest, O city,<br>That liest so wide and fair;<br>Shall never an hour bring pity,<br>Nor end be found for care?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy walls are high in heaven,<br>Thy streets are gay and wide,<br>Beneath thy towers at even<br>The dreamy waters glide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art fair as the hills at morning,<br>And the sunshine loveth thee,<br>But its light is a gloom of warning<br>On a soul no longer free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The curses of gold are about thee,<br>And thy sorrow deepeneth still;<br>One madness within and without thee,<br>One battle blind and shrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the crowds for ever<br>Go by with hurrying feet;<br>Through doors that darken never<br>I hear the engines beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through days and nights that follow<br>The hidden mill-wheel strains;<br>In the midnight's windy hollow<br>I hear the roar of trains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the day fulfilleth,<br>And still the night goes round,<br>And the guest-hall boometh and shrilleth,<br>With the dance's mocking sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In chambers of gold elysian,<br>The cymbals clash and clang,<br>But the days are gone like a vision<br>When the people wrought and sang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And toil hath fear for neighbour,<br>Where singing lips are dumb,<br>And life is one long labour,<br>Till death or freedom come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! the crowds that for ever are flowing--<br>They neither laugh nor weep--<br>I see them coming and going,<br>Like things that move in sleep:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grey sires and burdened brothers,<br>The old, the young, the fair,<br>Wan cheeks of pallid mothers,<br>And the girls with golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Care sits in many a fashion,<br>Grown grey on many a head,<br>And lips are turned to ashen<br>Whose years have right to red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canst thou not rest, O city,<br>That liest so wide, so fair;<br>Shalt never an hour bring pity,<br>Nor end be found for care?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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That liest so wide and fair;
Shall never an hour bring pity,
Nor end be found for care?

Thy walls are high in heaven,
Thy streets are gay and wide,
Beneath thy towers at even
The dreamy waters glide.

Thou art fair as..."></div>
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