<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>May Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evening comes down lately in May, <br>The Church bell from the tower rings, <br>the train rattles past the distanced<br> red bricked decency.<br>The bills for candles, doors painted<br>and keys replaced.<br>The grounds tidy and flagpoles white<br>and fuschia flowers again.<br>The money counted, banked and sent<br>to pay those higher up.<br>The priestly call this day is done<br>my life eremitically sealed.<br>And then the staircase, <br>sleep and dream, <br>and wait the morning bell<br>across the wall, <br>And shake the morning Echium Flower<br>from out its slumber.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No statues hopefully have moved, <br>no visions seen by pious rustic soul, <br>no messages received from distant parts.<br>The morning train it rattles through, <br>and carries index linked friends to city hall, <br>and stock exchange, and law men, <br>to the four courts hall.<br>O Yawn! For tedium like a triduum<br>comes with novena repitition<br> and unanswered prayer.<br>The graveyard down the road is full, <br>of Canons and their retinue, <br>and parsons lie asleep beneath the soil.<br>For what remains is expectation, <br>like cinders to the grate of faith.<br>O Dawn! to what do we awake, <br>towards other weathered bettered day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+Kennedy">Bernard Kennedy</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=350879" data-title="May Night de Bernard Kennedy" data-description="The evening comes down lately in May, The Church bell from the tower rings, the train rattles past the distanced red bricked decency. The bills for candles, doors painted and keys replaced. The grounds tidy and flagpoles white and fuschia flowe..."></div> </div> </div>

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