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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Requiem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW veiled in the inviolable past <br>Love lies asleep, who never more will wake; <br>Nor would you wake him, even for my sake <br>Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What good thing had we of him--we who bore <br>So long his yoke? what pleasant thing had we <br>That we should weep his deathlong sleep to see, <br>Or call on Life to waken him once more? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A little joy he gave, and much of pain, <br>A little pleasure, and enduring grief, <br>One flower of joy, and pain piled sheaf on sheaf, <br>Harvests of loss, for every bud of gain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet where he lies in this deserted place <br>Divided by his narrow grave we sit, <br>Welded together by the depths of it, <br>Watching the years pass, with averted face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We do not mourn for him, for here is peace; <br>The old unrest frets not these empty years; <br>With him went smiles a few, and many tears, <br>And peace is sweeter far than those or these. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Only--we owe him nothing. If he gave, <br>We too gave gifts--his gifts were less than ours: <br>We gave the world, that held so many flowers <br>For this--the world that only holds his grave.</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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Love lies asleep, who never more will wake; 
Nor would you wake him, even for my sake 
Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last. 


What good thing had we of him--we who bore 
So long his yoke? what pleasant..."></div>
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