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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Forest Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forest road, <br>The infinite straight road stretching away <br>World without end: the breathless road between the walls <br>Of the black listening trees: the hushed, grey road <br>Beyond the window that you shut to-night <br>Crying that you would look at it by day - <br>There is a shadow there that sings and calls <br>But not for you. Oh! hidden eyes that plead in sleep <br>Against the lonely dark, if I could touch the fear <br>And leave it kissed away on quiet lids - <br>If I could hush these hands that are half-awake, <br>Groping for me in sleep I could go free. <br>I wish that God would take them out of mine <br>And fold them like the wings of frightened birds <br>Shot cruelly down, but fluttering into quietness so soon. <br>Broken, forgotten things? there is no grief for them in the green Spring <br>When the new birds fly back to the old trees. <br>But it shall not be so with you. I will look back. I wish I knew that God would stand <br>Smiling and looking down on you when morning comes, <br>To hold you, when you wake, closer than I, <br>So gently though: and not with famished lips or hungry arms: <br>He does not hurt the frailest, dearest things <br>As we do in the dark. See, dear, your hair - <br>I must unloose this hair that sleeps and dreams <br>About my face, and clings like the brown weed <br>To drowned, delivered things, tossed by the tired sea <br>Back to the beaches. Oh! your hair! If you had lain <br>A long time dead on the rough, glistening ledge <br>Of some black cliff, forgotten by the tide, <br>The raving winds would tear, the dripping brine would rust away <br>Fold after fold of all the loveliness <br>That wraps you round, and makes you, lying here, <br>The passionate fragrance that the roses are. <br>But death would spare the glory of your head <br>In the long sweetness of the hair that does not die: <br>The spray would leap to it in every storm, <br>The scent of the unsilenced sea would linger on <br>In these dark waves, and round the silence that was you - <br>Only the nesting gulls would hear - but there would still be whispers in your hair; <br>Keep them for me; keep them for me. What is this singing on the road <br>That makes all other music like the music in a dream - <br>Dumb to the dancing and the marching feet; you know, in dreams, you see <br>Old pipers playing that you cannot hear, <br>And ghostly drums that only seem to beat. This seems to climb: <br>Is it the music of a larger place? It makes our room too small: it is like a stair, <br>A calling stair that climbs up to a smile you scarcely see, <br>Dim, but so waited for; and you know what a smile is, how it calls, <br>How if I smiled you always ran to me. <br>Now you must sleep forgetfully, as children do. <br>There is a Spirit sits by us in sleep <br>Nearer than those who walk with us in the bright day. <br>I think he has a tranquil, saving face: I think he came <br>Straight from the hills: he may have suffered there in time gone by, <br>And once, from those forsaken heights, looked down, <br>Lonely himself, on all the lonely sorrows of the earth. <br>It is his kingdom - Sleep. If I could leave you there - <br>If, without waking you, I could get up and reach the door -! <br>We used to go together. - Shut, scared eyes, <br>Poor, desolate, desperate hands, it is not I <br>Who thrust you off. No, take your hands away - <br>I cannot strike your lonely hands. Yes, I have struck your heart, <br>It did not come so near. Then lie you there <br>Dear and wild heart behind this quivering snow <br>With two red stains on it: and I will strike and tear <br>Mine out, and scatter it to yours. Oh! throbbing dust, <br>You that were life, our little wind-blown hearts! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The road! the road!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a shadow there: I see my soul, <br>I hear my soul, singing among the trees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Mary+Mew">Charlotte Mary Mew</a><div class=q>
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The infinite straight road stretching away 
World without end: the breathless road between the walls 
Of the black listening trees: the hushed, grey road 
Beyond the window that you shut to-night 
Crying that you would look at it..."></div>
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