<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night (II)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know a little Druid wood<br>Where I would slumber if I could<br>And have the murmuring of the stream<br>To mingle with a midnight dream,<br>And have the holy hazel trees<br>To play above me in the breeze,<br>And smell the thorny eglantine;<br>For there the white owls all night long<br>In the scented gloom divine<br>Hear the wild, strange, tuneless song<br>Of faerie voices, thin and high<br>As the bat’s unearthly cry,<br>And the measure of their shoon<br>Dancing, dancing, under the moon,<br>Until, amid the pale of dawn<br>The wandering stars begin to swoon. . . .<br>Ah, leave the world and come away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The windy folk are in the glade,<br>And men have seen their revels, laid<br>In secret on some flowery lawn<br>Underneath the beechen covers,<br>Kings of old, I’ve heard them say,<br>Here have found them faerie lovers<br>That charmed them out of life and kissed<br>Their lips with cold lips unafraid,<br>And such a spell around them made<br>That they have passed beyond the mist<br>And found the Country-under-wave. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kings of old, whom none could save!</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> <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=358466" data-title="Night (II) de Clive Staples Lewis" data-description="I know a little Druid wood Where I would slumber if I could And have the murmuring of the stream To mingle with a midnight dream, And have the holy hazel trees To play above me in the breeze, And smell the thorny eglantine; For there the white owl..."></div> </div> </div>

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