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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>French Nocturne (Monchy-Le-Preux)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long leagues on either hand the trenches spread<br>And all is still; now even this gross line<br>Drinks in the frosty silences divine<br>The pale, green moon is riding overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jaws of a sacked village, stark and grim;<br>Out on the ridge have swallowed up the sun,<br>And in one angry streak his blood has run<br>To left and right along the horizon dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There comes a buzzing plane: and now, it seems<br>Flies straight into the moon. Lo! where he steers<br>Across the pallid globe and surely nears<br>In that white land some harbour of dear dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">False mocking fancy! Once I too could dream,<br>Who now can only see with vulgar eye<br>That he’s no nearer to the moon than I<br>And she’s a stone that catches the sun’s beam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What call have I to dream of anything?<br>I am a wolf. Back to the world again,<br>And speech of fellow-brutes that once were men<br>Our throats can bark for slaughter: cannot sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a><div class=q>
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And all is still; now even this gross line
Drinks in the frosty silences divine
The pale, green moon is riding overhead.

The jaws of a sacked village, stark and grim;
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