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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wind At Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black <br>Sweeps past my windows, <br>Coming and going with invisible track <br>As death or sin does,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why scare me, lying sick, and, save thy own, <br>Hearing no voices? <br>Why mingle with a helpless human moan <br>Thy mad rejoices? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why not come gently, as good angels come <br>To souls departing, <br>Floating among the shadows of the room <br>With eyes light-darting, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bringing faint airs of balm that seem to rouse <br>Thoughts of a Far Land, <br>Then binding softly upon weary brows <br>Death's poppy-garland? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fearful blast, I shudder at thy sound, <br>Like heathen mortal <br>Who saw the Three that mark life's doomèd bound <br>Sit at his portal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou mightst be laden with sad, shrieking souls, <br>Carried unwilling <br>From their known earth to the unknown stream that rolls <br>All anguish stilling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce wind, will the Death-angel come like thee, <br>Soon, soon to bear me <br>--Whither? what mysteries may unfold to me, <br>What terrors scare me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I go wand'ring on through empty space <br>As on earth, lonely? <br>Or seek through myriad spirit-ranks one face, <br>And miss that only? <br>Shall I not then drop down from sphere to sphere <br>Palsied and aimless? <br>Or will my being change so that both fear <br>And grief die nameless? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rather I pray Him who Himself is Love, <br>Out of whose essence <br>We all do spring, and towards him tending, move <br>Back to His presence, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That even His brightness may not quite efface <br>The soul's earth-features, <br>That the dear human likeness each may trace <br>Glorified creatures; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That we may not cease loving, only taught <br>Holier desiring; <br>More faith, more patience; with more wisdom fraught, <br>Higher aspiring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That we may do all work we left undone <br>Here--though unmeetness; <br>From height to height celestial passing on <br>Towards full completeness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, strong Azrael, be thy supreme call <br>Soft as spring-breezes, <br>Or like this blast, whose loud fiend-festival <br>My heart's blood freezes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not fear thee. If thou safely keep <br>My soul, God's giving, <br>And my soul's soul, I, wakening from death-sleep, <br>Shall first know living.</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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Sweeps past my windows, 
Coming and going with invisible track 
As death or sin does,-- 

Why scare me, lying sick, and, save thy own, 
Hearing no voices? 
Why mingle with a helpless human moan 
Thy..."></div>
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