<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Issue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THAT voice I hear,—how heard I cannot tell,— <br>Although my home is this, seems from my home: <br>There… still it trails along and murmurs “Come”; <br>Like the slow death of sound within a bell, <br>Or like the humming whine in some pink shell <br>Wet with the brittle beadage of the foam <br>Which bird—eyed damsels stoop for when they roam <br>By the old sea. Were't not exceeding well <br>To shake my soul out of this tiresome life <br>For a call any—whence and any—whither? <br>That voice knows all the life I have or had, <br>And mocks me not,—it's whisper is too sad. <br>Even to attain calm sorrow lures me thither, <br>Since here this search for joy wearies like strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel 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=360545" data-title="At Issue de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="THAT voice I hear,—how heard I cannot tell,— Although my home is this, seems from my home: There… still it trails along and murmurs “Come”; Like the slow death of sound within a bell, Or like the humming whine in some pink shell Wet..."></div> </div> </div>

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