<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passing away, saith the World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passing away, saith the World, passing away:<br>Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day:<br>Thy life never continueth in one stay.<br>Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to grey<br>That hath won neither laurel nor bay?<br>I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May:<br>Thou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decay<br>On my bosom for aye.<br>Then I answer'd: Yea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passing away, saith my Soul, passing away:<br>With its burden of fear and hope, of labour and play,<br>Hearken what the past doth witness and say:<br>Rust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array,<br>A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay.<br>At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day<br>Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay:<br>Watch thou and pray.<br>Then I answer'd: Yea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passing away, saith my God, passing away:<br>Winter passeth after the long delay:<br>New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray,<br>Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May.<br>Though I tarry, wait for Me, trust Me, watch and pray.<br>Arise, come away, night is past and lo it is day,<br>My love, My sister, My spouse, thou shalt hear Me say.<br>Then I answer'd: Yea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</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=356124" data-title="Passing away, saith the World de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in one stay. Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to grey That hath won neither laurel nor bay? I shall clothe myself i..."></div> </div> </div>

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