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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wych Elm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green is the wych-elm<br>Torn is the tiding, <br>Ghosts in the old country<br>Surely are riding, <br>Deep lie the shadows<br>On dull days in waiting, <br>Trace the old harmonies<br>Long in creating, <br>Sharp is the memory, <br>Dark is the will, <br>Lost for all seasons<br>In some rippling rill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long did he wander, <br>He that in I<br>Took to the meadows, <br>Gazed at the sky, <br>Rambled by rivers and <br>Rolled in the corn, <br>He that in I was<br>When we were new-born, <br>Fled by the wych-elm<br>Where age and old sin<br>Awaited his passing<br>That he would come in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He that came in as<br>The I that went by him<br>Smiled in some greeting<br>That caught my tongue tying, <br>Reached for the reins of<br>His dapple-grey gelding, <br>Rode through the seasons<br>That never had ending, <br>Squandered the meadows<br>And trampled the corn, <br>Serving the wych-elm of<br>Both of us born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I return with<br>The lines in our faces, <br>Searching for shadows of<br>Both of our traces, <br>Hoping for comfort or<br>Words of some kindness, <br>Lost in the echoing<br>Creed of my blindness, <br>Shadows of him that I<br>Tore from within me, <br>Left by the wych-elm<br>To steal that he lent me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green is the wych-elm<br>Torn is the tiding, <br>Ghosts of the old country<br>Surely are riding, <br>Out by the meadow<br>A child that waylays me, <br>Speaks to me once, and that: <br>‘You have betrayed me! ’<br>Turns at the river to<br>Gaze at the sky, <br>Rides away slowly, <br>He that was I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing is left for<br>My bitter eye brightly, <br>Nothing but shades that<br>Return to me nightly, <br>Seasons that flickered, that<br>Galloped and fled me, <br>Schemes and ambitions that<br>Always misled me…<br>But no-one could ever do<br>More to dismay me<br>Than he that was I, saying: <br>‘You have betrayed me! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 April 1978</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Torn is the tiding, 
Ghosts in the old country
Surely are riding, 
Deep lie the shadows
On dull days in waiting, 
Trace the old harmonies
Long in creating, 
Sharp is the memory, 
Dark is the will, 
Lost for all seasons
In som..."></div>
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