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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chorus of Old Men in Aegus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye gods that have a home beyond the world, <br>Ye that have eyes for all man’s agony, <br>Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen,— <br>Look with a just regard, <br>And with an even grace,<br>Here on the shattered corpse of a shattered king, <br>Here on a suffering world where men grow old <br>And wander like sad shadows till, at last, <br>Out of the flare of life, <br>Out of the whirl of years,<br>Into the mist they go, <br>Into the mist of death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O shades of you that loved him long before <br>The cruel threads of that black sail were spun, <br>May loyal arms and ancient welcomings<br>Receive him once again <br>Who now no longer moves <br>Here in this flickering dance of changing days, <br>Where a battle is lost and won for a withered wreath, <br>And the black master Death is over all<br>To chill with his approach, <br>To level with his touch, <br>The reigning strength of youth, <br>The fluttered heart of age. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woe for the fateful day when Delphi’s word was lost—<br>Woe for the loveless prince of Æthra’s line! <br>Woe for a father’s tears and the curse of a king’s release— <br>Woe for the wings of pride and the shafts of doom! <br>And thou, the saddest wind <br>That ever blew from Crete,<br>Sing the fell tidings back to that thrice unhappy ship!— <br>Sing to the western flame, <br>Sing to the dying foam. <br>A dirge for the sundered years and a dirge for the years to be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better his end had been as the end of a cloudless day,<br>Bright, by the word of Zeus, with a golden star, <br>Wrought of a golden fame, and flung to the central sky, <br>To gleam on a stormless tomb for evermore:— <br>Whether or not there fell <br>To the touch of an alien hand<br>The sheen of his purple robe and the shine of his diadem, <br>Better his end had been <br>To die as an old man dies,— <br>But the fates are ever the fates, and a crown is ever a crown.</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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Ye that have eyes for all man’s agony, 
Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen,— 
Look with a just regard, 
And with an even grace,
Here on the shattered corpse of a shattered king, 
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