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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost In The Mist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE thin white snow-streaks pencilling <br>That mountain's shoulder gray, <br>While in the west the pale green sky <br>Smiled back the dawning day, <br>Till from the misty east the sun <br>Was of a sudden born <br>Like a new soul in Paradise-- <br>How long it seems since morn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One little hour, O round red sun, <br>And thou and I shall come <br>Unto the golden gate of rest, <br>The open door of home: <br>One little hour, O weary sun, <br>Delay the threatened eve <br>Till my tired feet that pleasant door <br>Enter and never leave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye rooks that fly in slender file <br>Into the thick'ning gloom, <br>Ye'll scarce have reached your grim gray tower <br>Ere I have reached my home; <br>Plover, that thrills the solitude <br>With such an eerie cry, <br>Seek you your nest ere night-fall comes, <br>As my heart's nest seek I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O light, light heart and heavy feet, <br>Patience a little while! <br>Keep the warm love-light in these eyes, <br>And on these lips the smile: <br>Out-speed the mist, the gathering mist <br>That follows o'er the moor!-- <br>The darker grows the world without <br>The brighter seems that door. <br>O door, so close yet so far off; <br>O mist that nears and nears! <br>What, shall I faint in sight of home? <br>Blinded--but not with tears-- <br>'T is but the mist, the cruel mist, <br>Which chills this heart of mine: <br>These eyes, too weak to see that light-- <br>It has not ceased to shine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little further, further yet: <br>The white mist crawls and crawls; <br>It hems me around, it shuts me in <br>Its great sepulchral walls: <br>No earth--no sky--no path--no light-- <br>A silence like the tomb: <br>O me, it is too soon to die-- <br>And I was going home! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little further, further yet: <br>My limbs are young,--my heart-- <br>O heart, it is not only life <br>That feels it hard to part: <br>Poor lips, slow freezing into calm, <br>Numbed hands that helpless fall, <br>And, a mile off, warm lips, fond hands, <br>Waiting to welcome all! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the pictures in the room, <br>The figures moving round, <br>The very flicker of the fire <br>Upon the patterned ground: <br>O that I were the shepherd-dog <br>That guards their happy door! <br>Or even the silly household cat <br>That basks upon the floor! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O that I sat one minute's space <br>Where I have sat so long! <br>O that I heard one little word <br>Sweeter than angel's song! <br>A pause--and then the table fills, <br>The harmless mirth brims o'er; <br>While I--O can it be God's will?-- <br>I die, outside the door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My body fails--my desperate soul <br>Struggles before it go: <br>The bleak air's full of voices wild, <br>But not the voice I know; <br>Dim shapes come wandering through the dark: <br>With mocking, curious stares, <br>Faces long strange peer glimmering by-- <br>But not one face of theirs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost, lost, and such a little way <br>From that dear sheltering door! <br>Lost, lost, out of the loving arms <br>Left empty evermore! <br>His will be done. O, gate of heaven, <br>Fairer than earthly door, <br>Receive me! Everlasting arms, <br>Enfold me evermore! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, farewell * * * * * <br>What is this touch <br>Upon my closing eyes? <br>My name too, that I thought to hear <br>Next time in Paradise? <br>Warm arms--close lips--O, saved, saved, saved! <br>Across the deathly moor <br>Sought, found--and yonder through the night <br>Shineth the blessed door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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That mountain's shoulder gray, 
While in the west the pale green sky 
Smiled back the dawning day, 
Till from the misty east the sun 
Was of a sudden born 
Like a new soul in Paradise-- 
How long it seems si..."></div>
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