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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Life's Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE morning broke in a pearly haze, <br>Then the east grew duskly red: <br>'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days, <br>To-day he will come,' I said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As the sun climbed up in the clearer sky, <br>The mists fell down at his feet; <br>'There is sunshine too in my heart,' said I, <br>'For to-day is the day we meet; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perhaps even now he is journeying fast-- <br>Perhaps he is almost here.' <br>And my heart leaped up at each foot that passed, <br>With the thought that he might be near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In my garden the fairest flowers that grew <br>I plucked for him, sweet, dew-wet, <br>And held them ready, the whole day through, <br>To gladden him when we met. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun shone warm on the longing earth, <br>That thrilled to his fervent kiss; <br>But what to me was the sun's smile worth, <br>When I longed for that smile of his? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The hours in their flight seemed strangely slow <br>For the sake of the hour to be; <br>'Go swiftly now--and more slowly go <br>When he shall be here with me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the level light of late afternoon <br>Fell cold on me, still alone; <br>My flowers were dying, gathered too soon, <br>And my whole day's work undone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With empty heart and unsatisfied <br>I turned from the red sunset: <br>'Short time for his coming is left,' I cried, <br>'It shall not be evening yet.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the sky grows pale, and a weak wind wakes, <br>And long flights of birds go home, <br>And slowly and surely the day's spell breaks, <br>And I know that he will not come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perhaps he has never turned my way, <br>Nor known how my heart would wait; <br>Perhaps he has sought me the whole long day, <br>And has failed at my very gate; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perhaps all these hours of increasing pain <br>Have been only a dream of a day, <br>And after the night I shall wake again, <br>And 'To-day he comes,' I shall say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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Then the east grew duskly red: 
'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days, 
To-day he will come,' I said. 


As the sun climbed up in the clearer sky, 
The mists fell down at his feet; 
'There is sunshine too in my ..."></div>
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