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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the morning; through the shutters closed,<br>Along the balcony, the earliest rays<br>Of sunlight my dark room were entering;<br>When, at the time that sleep upon our eyes<br>Its softest and most grateful shadows casts,<br>There stood beside me, looking in my face,<br>The image dear of her, who taught me first<br>To love, then left me to lament her loss.<br>To me she seemed not dead, but sad, with such<br>A countenance as the unhappy wear.<br>Her right hand near my head she sighing placed;<br>'Dost thou still live,' she said to me, 'and dost<br>Thou still remember what we _were_ and are?'<br>And I replied: 'Whence comest thou, and how,<br>Beloved and beautiful? Oh how, how I<br>Have grieved, still grieve for thee! Nor did I think<br>Thou e'er couldst know it more; and oh, that thought<br>My sorrow rendered more disconsolate!<br>But art thou now again to leave me?<br>I fear so. Say, what hath befallen thee?<br>Art thou the same? What preys upon thee thus?'<br>'Oblivion weighs upon thy thoughts, and sleep<br>Envelops them,' she answered; 'I am dead,<br>And many months have passed, since last we met.'<br>What grief oppressed me, as these words I heard!<br>And she continued: 'In the flower of youth<br>Cut off, when life is sweetest, and before<br>The heart that lesson sad and sure hath learnt,<br>The utter vanity of human hope!<br>The sick man may e'en covet, as a boon,<br>That which withdraws him from all suffering;<br>But to the young, Death comes, disconsolate;<br>And hard the fate of hope, that in the grave<br>Is quenched! And yet, how vain that knowledge is,<br>That Nature from the inexperienced hides!<br>And a blind sorrow is to be preferred<br>To wisdom premature!'--'Hush, hush!' I cried,<br>'Unhappy one, and dear! My heart is crushed<br>With these thy words! And art thou dead, indeed,<br>O my beloved? and am I still alive?<br>And was it, then, in heaven decreed, that this,<br>Thy tender body the last damps of death<br>Should feel, and my poor, wretched frame remain<br>Unharmed? Oh, often, often as I think<br>That thou no longer livest, and that I<br>Shall never see thee on the earth again,<br>Incredible it seems! Alas, alas!<br>What _is_ this thing, that they call death? Oh, would<br>That I, this day, the mystery could solve,<br>And my defenceless head withdraw from Fate's<br>Relentless hate! I still am young, and still<br>Feel all the blight and misery of age,<br>Which I so dread; and distant far it seems;<br>But, ah, how little different from age,<br>The flower of my years!'--'We both were born,'<br>She said, 'to weep; unhappy were our lives,<br>And heaven took pleasure in our sufferings.'<br>'Oh if my eyes with tears,' I added, 'then,<br>My face with pallor veiled thou seest, for loss<br>Of thee, and anguish weighing on my heart;<br>Tell me, was any spark of pity or of love<br>For the poor lover kindled in thy heart,<br>While thou didst live? I, then, between my hope<br>And my despair, passed weary nights and days;<br>And now, my mind is with vain doubts oppressed.<br>Oh if but once compassion smote thee for<br>My darkened life, conceal it not from me,<br>I pray thee; let the memory console me,<br>Since of their future our young days were robbed!'<br>And she: 'Be comforted, unhappy one!<br>I was not churlish of my pity whilst<br>I lived, and am not now, myself so wretched!<br>Oh, do not chide this most unhappy child!'<br>'By all our sufferings, and by the love<br>Which preys upon me,' I exclaimed, 'and by<br>Our youth, and by the hope that faded from<br>Our lives, O let me, dearest, touch thy hand!'<br>And sweetly, sadly, she extended it.<br>And while I covered it with kisses, while<br>With sorrow and with rapture quivering,<br>I to my panting bosom fondly pressed it,<br>With fervent passion glowed my face and breast,<br>My trembling voice refused its utterance,<br>And all things swam before my sight; when she,<br>Her eyes fixed tenderly on mine, replied:<br>'And dost thou, then, forget, dear friend, that I<br>Am of my beauty utterly deprived?<br>And vainly thou, unhappy one, dost yield<br>To passion's transports. Now, a last farewell!<br>Our wretched minds, our feeble bodies, too,<br>Eternally are parted. Thou to me<br>No longer livest, nevermore shall live.<br>Fate hath annulled the faith that thou hast sworn.'<br>Then, in my anguish as I seemed to cry<br>Aloud, convulsed, my eyes o'erflowing with<br>The tears of utter, helpless misery,<br>I started from my sleep. The image still<br>Was seen, and in the sun's uncertain light<br>Above my couch she seemed to linger still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Count+Giacomo+Leopardi">Count Giacomo Leopardi</a><div class=q>
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