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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love, Dreaming of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamt my little boys were dead <br> And I was sitting wild and lone; <br>On closed unmoving knees my head <br> Lay rigid as a stone. <br>And thus I sat without a tear, <br> And though I drew life’s painful breath, <br>All life to me seemed cold and drear, <br> And comfortless as death: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sat on the earth as on a bier, <br> Where loss and ruin lived alone, <br>Without the comfort of a tear— <br> Without a passing groan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there was stillness everywhere, <br> Ensphering one wide sense of woe; <br>The stillness of a world’s despair, <br> Whose tides had ceased to flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, so eternal seemed my grief, <br> Time moved out, neither slow nor fast, <br>Nor recked I whether periods brief <br> Or centuries had passed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was as if to marble cold <br> My loss had petrified the air, <br>And I was shut within its hold, <br> Made deathless by despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Made deathless in a world of death, <br> There ever sitting wild and lone, <br>With all but one pent painful breath <br> Transmutted into stone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And more the gorgon horror crushed <br> With dry petrific pressure in, <br>Till forth my waking spirit rushed <br> With agonizing din! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh! What joy it was to wake— <br> To cast that haggard dream away, <br>And from its stony influence break <br> Into the living day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sought the objects of my care, <br> And felt, while I embraced the twain, <br>How much even from a dream’s despair <br> A father’s love may gain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When this dream-record long ago <br> I penned, how little did I deem <br>That yet a distant coming woe <br> Was shadowed in its theme. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ah! Of that beloved twain, <br> The lips of one, then warm with breath, <br>I since have kissed unkissed again, <br> For they were cold in death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swift wild death! And when I think <br> Of all that I have lost thereby, <br>My heart hath pangs that seem to drink <br> All Mara’s waters dry; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, pangs that would my life destroy, <br> Did faith not whisper oft between: <br>“Peace! Sire of an immortal boy <br> Beyond this mortal scene.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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 And I was sitting wild and lone; 
On closed unmoving knees my head 
 Lay rigid as a stone. 
And thus I sat without a tear, 
 And though I drew life’s painful breath, 
All life to me seemed cold and drear, 
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