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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bayswater.W.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">About me leagues of houses lie, <br>Above me, grim and straight and high, <br>They climb; the terraces lean up <br>Like long grey reefs against the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Packed tier on tier the people dwell; <br>Each narrow, hollow wall is full; <br>And in that hive of honeycomb, <br>Remote and high, I have one cell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I turn into my street <br>I hear in murmurous retreat <br>A tide of noises flowing out -- <br>The city ebbing from my feet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo! two long straight walls between, <br>There dwells a little park serene, <br>Where blackened trees and railings hem <br>A little handkerchief of green! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I can see across the roof <br>The sun, the stars and . . . God! For proof -- <br>Between the twisting chimney-pots <br>A pointing finger, old, aloof! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The traffic that the city rends <br>Within my quiet haven ends <br>In a deep murmur, or across <br>My pool a gentle ripple sends. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A chime upon the silence drab <br>Paints music; hooting motors stab <br>The pleasant peace; and, far and faint, <br>The jangling lyric of the cab! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I wander, proud and free, <br>Through my domain, unceasingly <br>The endless pageant of the shops <br>Marches along the street with me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">About me ever blossoming <br>Like rich parterres the hoardings fling <br>An opulence of hue, and make <br>Within my garden endless Spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The droning tram-cars spitting light: <br>And like great bees in drunken flight <br>Burly and laden deep with bloom, <br>The 'busses lumbering home at night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes an afternoon will fling <br>New meaning on each sombre thing, <br>And low upon the level roofs <br>The sultry sun lies smouldering. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes the fog -- that faery girl -- <br>Her veil of wonder will unfurl, <br>And crescent gaunt and looming flat <br>Are sudden mysteries of pearl! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">New miracles the wet streets show; <br>On stems of flame the gas-lamps glow. <br>I walk upon the wave and see <br>Another London drowned below! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when night comes strange jewels strew <br>The winding streets I wander through: <br>Like pearls upon a woman's throat <br>The street-lamps' swerving avenue! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In every face that passes mine <br>Unfathomed epics I divine: <br>Each figure on the pavement is <br>A vial of untasted wine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through lands enchanted wandering, <br>To all a splendour seems to cling. <br>Lo! from a window-beacon high <br>Hope still the Night is questioning! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, ere sleep, I lie and mark <br>Romance's stealthy footsteps. Hark! <br>The rhythm of the horse's hoof <br>Bears some new drama through the dark! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So in this tall and narrow street <br>I lie as in Death's lone retreat <br>And hear, loud in the pulse of Life, <br>Eternity upon me beat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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Above me, grim and straight and high, 
They climb; the terraces lean up 
Like long grey reefs against the sky. 

Packed tier on tier the people dwell; 
Each narrow, hollow wall is full; 
And in that hive of honeyco..."></div>
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