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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Calverly's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We go no more to Calverly's,<br>For there the lights are few and low;<br>And who are there to see by them,<br>Or what they see, we do not know.<br>Poor strangers of another tongue<br>May now creep in from anywhere,<br>And we, forgotten, be no more<br>Than twilight on a ruin there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We two, the remnant. All the rest<br>Are cold and quiet. You nor I,<br>Nor fiddle now, nor flagon-lid,<br>May ring them back from where they lie.<br>No fame delays oblivion<br>For them, but something yet survives:<br>A record written fair, could we<br>But read the book of scattered lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There'll be a page for Leffingwell,<br>And one for Lingard, the Moon-calf;<br>And who knows what for Clavering,<br>Who died because he couldn't laugh?<br>Who knows or cares? No sign is here,<br>No face, no voice, no memory;<br>No Lingard with his eerie joy,<br>No Clavering, no Calverly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cannot have them here with us<br>To say where their light lives are gone,<br>Or if they be of other stuff<br>Than are the moons of Ilion.<br>So, be their place of one estate<br>With ashes, echoes, and old wars,—<br>Or ever we be of the night,<br>Or we be lost among the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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For there the lights are few and low;
And who are there to see by them,
Or what they see, we do not know.
Poor strangers of another tongue
May now creep in from anywhere,
And we, forgotten, be no more
Than twilight on ..."></div>
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