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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Repining</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat alway thro' the long day<br>Spinning the weary thread away;<br>And ever said in undertone:<br>'Come, that I be no more alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From early dawn to set of sun<br>Working, her task was still undone;<br>And the long thread seemed to increase<br>Even while she spun and did not cease.<br>She heard the gentle turtle-dove<br>Tell to its mate a tale of love; <br>She saw the glancing swallows fly,<br>Ever a social company;<br>She knew each bird upon its nest<br>Had cheering songs to bring it rest;<br>None lived alone save only she;—<br>The wheel went round more wearily;<br>She wept and said in undertone:<br>'Come, that I be no more alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day followed day, and still she sighed<br>For love, and was not satisfied; <br>Until one night, when the moonlight<br>Turned all the trees to silver white,<br>She heard, what ne'er she heard before,<br>A steady hand undo the door.<br>The nightingale since set of sun<br>Her throbbing music had not done,<br>And she had listened silently;<br>But now the wind had changed, and she<br>Heard the sweet song no more, but heard<br>Beside her bed a whispered word: <br>'Damsel, rise up; be not afraid;<br>For I am come at last,' it said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She trembled, tho' the voice was mild;<br>She trembled like a frightened child;—<br>Till she looked up, and then she saw<br>The unknown speaker without awe.<br>He seemed a fair young man, his eyes<br>Beaming with serious charities;<br>His cheek was white but hardly pale;<br>And a dim glory like a veil <br>Hovered about his head, and shone<br>Thro' the whole room till night was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So her fear fled; and then she said,<br>Leaning upon her quiet bed:<br>'Now thou art come, I prithee stay,<br>That I may see thee in the day,<br>And learn to know thy voice, and hear<br>It evermore calling me near.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He answered: 'Rise, and follow me.'<br>But she looked upwards wonderingly: <br>'And whither would'st thou go, friend? stay<br>Until the dawning of the day.'<br>But he said: 'The wind ceaseth, Maid;<br>Of chill nor damp be thou afraid.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bound her hair up from the floor,<br>And passed in silence from the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they went forth together, he<br>Helping her forward tenderly.<br>The hedges bowed beneath his hand;<br>Forth from the streams came the dry land <br>As they passed over; evermore<br>The pallid moonbeams shone before;<br>And the wind hushed, and nothing stirred;<br>Not even a solitary bird,<br>Scared by their footsteps, fluttered by<br>Where aspen-trees stood steadily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they went on, at length a sound<br>Came trembling on the air around;<br>The undistinguishable hum<br>Of life, voices that go and come <br>Of busy men, and the child's sweet<br>High laugh, and noise of trampling feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he said: 'Wilt thou go and see?'<br>And she made answer joyfully:<br>'The noise of life, of human life,<br>Of dear communion without strife,<br>Of converse held 'twixt friend and friend;<br>Is it not here our path shall end?'<br>He led her on a little way<br>Until they reached a hillock: 'Stay.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a village in a plain.<br>High mountains screened it from the rain<br>And stormy wind; and nigh at hand<br>A bubbling streamlet flowed, o'er sand<br>Pebbly and fine, and sent life up<br>Green succous stalk and flower-cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gradually, day's harbinger,<br>A chilly wind began to stir.<br>It seemed a gentle powerless breeze<br>That scarcely rustled thro' the trees; <br>And yet it touched the mountain's head<br>And the paths man might never tread.<br>But hearken: in the quiet weather<br>Do all the streams flow down together?—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, 'tis a sound more terrible<br>Than tho' a thousand rivers fell.<br>The everlasting ice and snow<br>Were loosened then, but not to flow;—<br>With a loud crash like solid thunder<br>The avalanche came, burying under <br>The village; turning life and breath<br>And rest and joy and plans to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! let us fly, for pity fly;<br>Let us go hence, friend, thou and I.<br>There must be many regions yet<br>Where these things make not desolate.'<br>He looked upon her seriously;<br>Then said: 'Arise and follow me.'<br>The path that lay before them was<br>Nigh covered over with long grass; <br>And many slimy things and slow<br>Trailed on between the roots below.<br>The moon looked dimmer than before;<br>And shadowy cloudlets floating o'er<br>Its face sometimes quite hid its light,<br>And filled the skies with deeper night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last, as they went on, the noise<br>Was heard of the sea's mighty voice;<br>And soon the ocean could be seen<br>In its long restlessness serene. <br>Upon its breast a vessel rode<br>That drowsily appeared to nod<br>As the great billows rose and fell,<br>And swelled to sink, and sank to swell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile the strong wind had come forth<br>From the chill regions of the North,<br>The mighty wind invisible.<br>And the low waves began to swell;<br>And the sky darkened overhead;<br>And the moon once looked forth, then fled <br>Behind dark clouds; while here and there<br>The lightning shone out in the air;<br>And the approaching thunder rolled<br>With angry pealings manifold.<br>How many vows were made, and prayers<br>That in safe times were cold and scarce.<br>Still all availed not; and at length<br>The waves arose in all their strength,<br>And fought against the ship, and filled<br>The ship. Then were the clouds unsealed, <br>And the rain hurried forth, and beat<br>On every side and over it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some clung together, and some kept<br>A long stern silence, and some wept.<br>Many half-crazed looked on in wonder<br>As the strong timbers rent asunder;<br>Friends forgot friends, foes fled to foes;—<br>And still the water rose and rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah woe is me! Whom I have seen<br>Are now as tho' they had not been. <br>In the earth there is room for birth,<br>And there are graves enough in earth;<br>Why should the cold sea, tempest-torn,<br>Bury those whom it hath not borne?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He answered not, and they went on.<br>The glory of the heavens was gone;<br>The moon gleamed not nor any star;<br>Cold winds were rustling near and far,<br>And from the trees the dry leaves fell<br>With a sad sound unspeakable. <br>The air was cold; till from the South<br>A gust blew hot, like sudden drouth,<br>Into their faces; and a light<br>Glowing and red, shone thro' the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mighty city full of flame<br>And death and sounds without a name.<br>Amid the black and blinding smoke,<br>The people, as one man, awoke.<br>Oh! happy they who yesterday<br>On the long journey went away; <br>Whose pallid lips, smiling and chill,<br>While the flames scorch them smile on still;<br>Who murmur not; who tremble not<br>When the bier crackles fiery hot;<br>Who, dying, said in love's increase:<br>'Lord, let thy servant part in peace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those in the town could see and hear<br>A shaded river flowing near;<br>The broad deep bed could hardly hold<br>Its plenteous waters calm and cold. <br>Was flame-wrapped all the city wall,<br>The city gates were flame-wrapped all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was man's strength, what puissance then?<br>Women were mighty as strong men.<br>Some knelt in prayer, believing still,<br>Resigned unto a righteous will,<br>Bowing beneath the chastening rod,<br>Lost to the world, but found of God.<br>Some prayed for friend, for child, for wife;<br>Some prayed for faith; some prayed for life; <br>While some, proud even in death, hope gone,<br>Steadfast and still, stood looking on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Death—death—oh! let us fly from death;<br>Where'er we go it followeth;<br>All these are dead; and we alone<br>Remain to weep for what is gone.<br>What is this thing? thus hurriedly<br>To pass into eternity;<br>To leave the earth so full of mirth;<br>To lose the profit of our birth; <br>To die and be no more; to cease,<br>Having numbness that is not peace.<br>Let us go hence; and, even if thus<br>Death everywhere must go with us,<br>Let us not see the change, but see<br>Those who have been or still shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sighed and they went on together;<br>Beneath their feet did the grass wither;<br>Across the heaven high overhead<br>Dark misty clouds floated and fled; <br>And in their bosom was the thunder,<br>And angry lightnings flashed out under,<br>Forked and red and menacing;<br>Far off the wind was muttering;<br>It seemed to tell, not understood,<br>Strange secrets to the listening wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon its wings it bore the scent<br>Of blood of a great armament:<br>Then saw they how on either side<br>Fields were down-trodden far and wide. <br>That morning at the break of day<br>Two nations had gone forth to slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a man soweth so he reaps.<br>The field was full of bleeding heaps;<br>Ghastly corpses of men and horses<br>That met death at a thousand sources;<br>Cold limbs and putrifying flesh;<br>Long love-locks clotted to a mesh<br>That stifled; stiffened mouths beneath<br>Staring eyes that had looked on death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But these were dead: these felt no more<br>The anguish of the wounds they bore.<br>Behold, they shall not sigh again,<br>Nor justly fear, nor hope in vain.<br>What if none wept above them?—is<br>The sleeper less at rest for this?<br>Is not the young child's slumber sweet<br>When no man watcheth over it?<br>These had deep calm; but all around<br>There was a deadly smothered sound, <br>The choking cry of agony<br>From wounded men who could not die;<br>Who watched the black wing of the raven<br>Rise like a cloud 'twixt them and heaven,<br>And in the distance flying fast<br>Beheld the eagle come at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knelt down in her agony:<br>'O Lord, it is enough,' said she:<br>'My heart's prayer putteth me to shame;<br>Let me return to whence I came. <br>Thou for who love's sake didst reprove,<br>Forgive me for the sake of love.'</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>
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Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'

From early dawn to set of sun
Working, her task was still undone;
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