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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Country Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never and never, my girl riding far and near<br>In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,<br>Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood<br>Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,<br>My dear, my dear,<br>Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year<br>To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, good, for ever, slow and deep, spelled rare and wise,<br>My girl ranging the night in the rose and shire<br>Of the hobnail tales: no gooseherd or swine will turn<br>Into a homestall king or hamlet of fire<br>And prince of ice<br>To court the honeyed heart from your side before sunrise<br>In a spinney of ringed boys and ganders, spike and burn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor the innocent lie in the rooting dingle wooed<br>And staved, and riven among plumes my rider weep.<br>From the broomed witch's spume you are shielded by fern<br>And flower of country sleep and the greenwood keep.<br>Lie fast and soothed,<br>Safe be and smooth from the bellows of the rushy brood.<br>Never, my girl, until tolled to sleep by the stern</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bell believe or fear that the rustic shade or spell<br>Shall harrow and snow the blood while you ride wide and near,<br>For who unmanningly haunts the mountain ravened eaves<br>Or skulks in the dell moon but moonshine echoing clear<br>From the starred well?<br>A hill touches an angel. Out of a saint's cell<br>The nightbird lauds through nunneries and domes of leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her robin breasted tree, three Marys in the rays.<br>_Sanctum sanctorum_ the animal eye of the wood<br>In the rain telling its beads, and the gravest ghost<br>The owl at its knelling. Fox and holt kneel before blood.<br>Now the tales praise<br>The star rise at pasture and nightlong the fables graze<br>On the lord's-table of the bowing grass. Fear most</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ever of all not the wolf in his baaing hood<br>Nor the tusked prince, in the ruttish farm, at the rind<br>And mire of love, but the Thief as meek as the dew.<br>The country is holy: O bide in that country kind,<br>Know the green good,<br>Under the prayer wheeling moon in the rosy wood<br>Be shielded by chant and flower and gay may you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lie in grace. Sleep spelled at rest in the lowly house<br>In the squirrel nimble grove, under linen and thatch<br>And star: held and blessed, though you scour the high four<br>Winds, from the dousing shade and the roarer at the latch,<br>Cool in your vows.<br>Yet out of the beaked, web dark and the pouncing boughs<br>Be you sure the Thief will seek a way sly and sure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sly as snow and meek as dew blown to the thorn,<br>This night and each vast night until the stern bell talks<br>In the tower and tolls to sleep over the stalls<br>Of the hearthstone tales my own, lost love; and the soul walks<br>The waters shorn.<br>This night and each night since the falling star you were born,<br>Ever and ever he finds a way, as the snow falls,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the rain falls, hail on the fleece, as the vale mist rides<br>Through the haygold stalls, as the dew falls on the wind-<br>Milled dust of the apple tree and the pounded islands<br>Of the morning leaves, as the star falls, as the winged<br>Apple seed glides,<br>And falls, and flowers in the yawning wound at our sides,<br>As the world falls, silent as the cyclone of silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night and the reindeer on the clouds above the haycocks<br>And the wings of the great roc ribboned for the fair!<br>The leaping saga of prayer! And high, there, on the hare-<br>Heeled winds the rooks<br>Cawing from their black bethels soaring, the holy books<br>Of birds! Among the cocks like fire the red fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burning! Night and the vein of birds in the winged, sloe wrist<br>Of the wood! Pastoral beat of blood through the laced leaves!<br>The stream from the priest black wristed spinney and sleeves<br>Of thistling frost<br>Of the nightingale's din and tale! The upgiven ghost<br>Of the dingle torn to singing and the surpliced</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hill of cypresses! The din and tale in the skimmed<br>Yard of the buttermilk rain on the pail! The sermon<br>Of blood! The bird loud vein! The saga from mermen<br>To seraphim<br>Leaping! The gospel rooks! All tell, this night, of him<br>Who comes as red as the fox and sly as the heeled wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illumination of music! the lulled black-backed<br>Gull, on the wave with sand in its eyes! And the foal moves<br>Through the shaken greensward lake, silent, on moonshod hooves,<br>In the winds' wakes.<br>Music of elements, that a miracle makes!<br>Earth, air, water, fire, singing into the white act,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The haygold haired, my love asleep, and the rift blue<br>Eyed, in the haloed house, in her rareness and hilly<br>High riding, held and blessed and true, and so stilly<br>Lying the sky<br>Might cross its planets, the bell weep, night gather her eyes,<br>The Thief fall on the dead like the willy nilly dew,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only for the turning of the earth in her holy<br>Heart! Slyly, slowly, hearing the wound in her side go<br>Round the sun, he comes to my love like the designed snow,<br>And truly he<br>Flows to the strand of flowers like the dew's ruly sea,<br>And surely he sails like the ship shape clouds. Oh he</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comes designed to my love to steal not her tide raking<br>Wound, nor her riding high, nor her eyes, nor kindled hair,<br>But her faith that each vast night and the saga of prayer<br>He comes to take<br>Her faith that this last night for his unsacred sake<br>He comes to leave her in the lawless sun awaking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naked and forsaken to grieve he will not come.<br>Ever and ever by all your vows believe and fear<br>My dear this night he comes and night without end my dear<br>Since you were born:<br>And you shall wake, from country sleep, this dawn and each first dawn,<br>Your faith as deathless as the outcry of the ruled sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dylan+Thomas">Dylan Thomas</a><div class=q>
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Never and never, my girl riding far and near
In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,
Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood
Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,
My dear, my dear,
Out of a lair in th..."></div>
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