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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood in a princely hall, and where <br> Round me gather'd the brave and fair,<br> Music in softest strains flew by,<br> Flashing like gems was each radiant eye;<br> Joining the fair in the festal dance,<br> Now the proud warrior lays down his lance,<br> And the hand which but lately the sword had grasp'd<br> In love's fond pressure was gently clasp'd.<br> But who of such lofty stature there,<br> Comes to unite in the revels fair,<br> Beauty and grace, in his movements are,<br> Born but to rule, 'tis the Czar, the Czar!<br> See the blush deepen on beauty's cheek,<br> As that eagle eye to the heart doth speak,<br> For the softest glance, yet how fierce in war,<br> Is the eye of the proud Imperial Czar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dance has ceased, and he stands alone,<br> Far from the scene has his spirit flown,<br> That spirit proud which no more can see,<br> Aught of the dance or minstrelsy;<br> For o'er barren steppes it has wander'd far,<br> Where the trumpet's blast tells of fiery war,<br> And his strongest city beleaguered lies<br> By the army brave of the bold Allies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Crushing the thoughts which his bosom swell,<br> He leaves the scene, as the vesper bell,<br> Of the dim cathedral calls to prayer;<br> The scene is changed, we behold him there;<br> Soft falls the light on the chequer'd floor,<br> And the form of Him who our deep sins bore,<br> Is raised on high, whilst around are seen,<br> Relics of those who have sainted been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Still dreamed I on, as sweet chaunting stole<br> With soothing accents upon the soul,<br> And quivering banners above were hung,<br> While incense sweet thro' the air was flung;<br> Now rose with triumphant swell the strain,<br> Then with plaintive sweetness it died again;<br> And the long aisles echoed its dying tone,<br> Till it ceased in a low and farewell moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hush'd is the strain, but its tones seemed fraught<br> With pain and dread to the conqueror's thought,<br> And there swept o'er his brow a deeper gloom,<br> As if it betokened mysterious doom;<br> For the workings fierce in that mighty breast,<br> Of remorse and passion forbade him rest;<br> And near to the altar's step he came,<br> To seek for peace from that passion's flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Priest advanced, and that proud form shook,<br> As the sacred bread in his hand he took;<br> He bowed his head to the marble floor,<br> But cold big drops on his brow he bore,<br> For a shadowy hand on the wall pass'd by,<br> And he knew 'twas an omen which call'd to die;<br> Then a voice which but he alone could hear,<br> The summons gave that he soon appear--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Before the throne of the King of Kings;<br> Still on his ear that dread voice rings,<br> The Priest beholds him with awe, who dare,<br> Encounter the ray of that eye's fierce glare?<br> He turned that eye on the casement dim,<br> And shadowy forms rose up to him,<br> Bleeding and dying, who still enfold,<br> Their banners around them in death's last hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He gazes still, and a weeping throng,<br> Widows and orphans come sweeping on,<br> And he hears their low and bewailing cry,<br> For their bosoms lords who have gone to die.<br> And beyond in the barren steppes below,<br> Lie Russia's serfs in the drifted snow,<br> While a glorious form is hovering nigh,<br> The avenging angel with sword on high!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He sees it all -- and a secret pang,<br> Through that all unconquered spirit rang,<br> And I turned to look on the conqueror dread,<br> I woke, 'twas a dream, and the vision fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Hayward">Caroline Hayward</a><div class=q>
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