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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Sister's Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:<br> At length the long-ungranted shade<br> Of weary eyelids overweigh'd<br> The pain nought else might yet relieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our mother, who had lean'd all day<br> Over the bed from chime to chime,<br> Then rais'd herself for the first time,<br> And as she sat her down, did pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her little work-table was spread<br> With work to finish. For the glare<br> Made by her candle, she had care<br> To work some distance from the bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Without, there was a cold moon up,<br> Of winter radiance sheer and thin;<br> The hollow halo it was in<br> Was like an icy crystal cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Through the small room, with subtle sound<br> Of flame, by vents the fireshine drove<br> And redden'd. In its dim alcove<br> The mirror shed a clearness round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I had been sitting up some nights,<br> And my tired mind felt weak and blank;<br> Like a sharp strengthening wine it drank<br> The stillness and the broken lights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Twelve struck. That sound, by dwindling years<br> Heard in each hour, crept off; and then<br> The ruffled silence spread again,<br> Like water that a pebble stirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our mother rose from where she sat:<br> Her needles, as she laid them down,<br> Met lightly, and her silken gown<br> Settled: no other noise than that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Glory unto the Newly Born!&quot;<br> So, as said angels, she did say;<br> Because we were in Christmas Day,<br> Though it would still be long till morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Just then in the room over us<br> There was a pushing back of chairs,<br> As some who had sat unawares<br> So late, now heard the hour, and rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With anxious softly-stepping haste<br> Our mother went where Margaret lay,<br> Fearing the sounds o'erhead--should they<br> Have broken her long watch'd-for rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She stoop'd an instant, calm, and turn'd;<br> But suddenly turn'd back again;<br> And all her features seem'd in pain<br> With woe, and her eyes gaz'd and yearn'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For my part, I but hid my face,<br> And held my breath, and spoke no word:<br> There was none spoken; but I heard<br> The silence for a little space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our mother bow'd herself and wept:<br> And both my arms fell, and I said,<br> &quot;God knows I knew that she was dead.&quot;<br> And there, all white, my sister slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then kneeling, upon Christmas morn<br> A little after twelve o'clock<br> We said, ere the first quarter struck,<br> &quot;Christ's blessing on the newly born!&quot;</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>
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 At length the long-ungranted shade
 Of weary eyelids overweigh'd
 The pain nought else might yet relieve.

 Our mother, who had lean'd all day
 Over the bed from chime to chime,
 Then rais'd herself for the first..."></div>
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