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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374268" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though life should come<br>With all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,<br>To proffer you the captaincy of some<br>Resounding exploit, that shall fill<br>Man’s pulses with commemorative thrill,<br>And be a banner to far battle days<br>For truths unrisen upon untrod ways,<br>What would your answer be,<br>O heart once brave?<br>Seek otherwhere; for me,<br>I watch beside a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though to some shining festival of thought<br>The sages call you from steep citadel<br>Of bastioned argument, whose rampart gained<br>Yields the pure vision passionately sought,<br>In dreams known well,<br>But never yet in wakefulness attained,<br>How should you answer to their summons, save:<br>I watch beside a grave?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though Beauty, from her fane within the soul<br>Of fire-tongued seers descending,<br>Or from the dream-lit temples of the past<br>With feet immortal wending,<br>Illuminate grief’s antre swart and vast<br>With half-veiled face that promises the whole<br>To him who holds her fast,<br>What answer could you give?<br>Sight of one face I crave,<br>One only while I live;<br>Woo elsewhere; for I watch beside a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though love of the one heart that loves you best,<br>A storm-tossed messenger,<br>Should beat its wings for shelter in your breast,<br>Where clung its last year’s nest,<br>The nest you built together and made fast<br>Lest envious winds should stir,<br>And winged each delicate thought to minister<br>With sweetness far-amassed<br>To the young dreams within—<br>What answer could it win?<br>The nest was whelmed in sorrow’s rising wave,<br>Nor could I reach one drowning dream to save;<br>I watch beside a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Wharton">Edith Wharton</a><div class=q>
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With all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,
To proffer you the captaincy of some
Resounding exploit, that shall fill
Man’s pulses with commemorative thrill,
And be a banner to far battle days
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