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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night Burial In The Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lay him down where the fern is thick and fair.<br>Fain was he for life, here lies he low:<br>With the blood washed clean from his brow and his beautiful hair,<br>Lay him here in the dell where the orchids grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the birch-bark torches roar in the gloom,<br>And the trees crowd up in a quiet startled ring<br>So lone is the land that in this lonely room<br>Never before has breathed a human thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cover him well in his canvas shroud, and the moss<br>Part and heap again on his quiet breast,<br>What recks he now of gain, or love, or loss<br>Who for love gained rest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While she who caused it all hides her insolent eyes<br>Or braids her hair with the ribbons of lust and of lies,<br>And he who did the deed fares out like a hunted beast<br>To lurk where the musk-ox tramples the barren ground<br>Where the stroke of his coward heart is the only sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haunting the tamarac shade,<br>Hear them up-thronging<br>Memories foredoomed<br>Of strife and of longing:<br>Haggard or bright<br>By the tamaracs and birches,<br>Where the red torch light<br>Trembles and searches,<br>The wilderness teems<br>With inscrutable eyes<br>Of ghosts that are dreams<br>Commingled with memories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave him here in his secret ferny tomb,<br>Withdraw the little light from the ocean of gloom,<br>He who feared nought will fear aught never,<br>Left alone in the forest forever and ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, as we fare on our way to the shore<br>Sudden the torches cease to roar:<br>For cleaving the darkness remote and still<br>Comes a wind with a rushing, harp-like thrill,<br>The sound of wings hurled and furled and unfurled,<br>The wings of the Angel who gathers the souls from the wastes of<br>the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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Fain was he for life, here lies he low:
With the blood washed clean from his brow and his beautiful hair,
Lay him here in the dell where the orchids grow.

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