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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I should die this night, (as well might be, <br>So pain has on my weakness worked its will), <br>And they should come at morn and look on me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lying more white than I am wont, and still <br>In the strong silence of unchanging sleep, <br>And feel upon my brow the deepening chill, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And know me gathered to His time-long keep, <br>The quiet watcher over all men's rest, <br>And weep as those around a death-bed weep -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There would no anguish throb my vacant breast, <br>No tear-drop trickle down my stony cheek, <br>No smile of long farewell say &quot;Calm is best.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should not answer aught that they should speak, <br>Nor look my meaning out of earnest eyes, <br>Nor press the reverent hands that mine should seek; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, lying there in such an awful guise, <br>Like some strange presence from a world unknown <br>Unmoved by any human sympathies, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seem strange to them, and dreadfully alone, <br>Vacant to love of theirs or agony, <br>Having no pulse in union with their own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gazing henceforth upon infinity <br>With a calm consciousness devoid of change, <br>Watching the current of the years pass by, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And watching the long cycles onward range, <br>With stronger vision of their perfect whole, <br>As one whom time and space from them estrange. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they might mourn and say &quot;The parted soul <br>&quot;Is gone out of our love; we spend in vain <br>&quot;A tenderness that cannot reach its goal.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I might still perchance with them remain <br>In spirit, being free from laws of mould, <br>Still comprehending human joy and pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! but if I knew them as of old, <br>Clasping them in vain arms, they unaware, <br>And mourned to find my kisses leave them cold, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sought still some part of their life to share <br>Still standing by them, hoping they might see, <br>And seemed to them but as the viewless air! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For so once came it in a dream to me, <br>And in my heart it seemed a pang too deep, <br>A shadow having human life to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For it at least would be long perfect sleep <br>Unknowing Being and all Past to lie, <br>Void of the growing Future, in God's keep: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But such a knowledge would be misery <br>Too great to be believed. Yet if the dead <br>In a diviner mood might still be nigh, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their former life unto their death so wed <br>That they could watch their loved with heavenly eye,<br>That were a thing to joy in, not to dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q>
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So pain has on my weakness worked its will), 
And they should come at morn and look on me 

Lying more white than I am wont, and still 
In the strong silence of unchanging sleep, 
And feel upon my br..."></div>
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