<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Village</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here there is death. But even here, they say, <br>Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon <br>As desolate as ever the dead moon <br>Did glimmer on dead Sardis, men were gay; <br>And there were little children here to play,<br>With small soft hands that once did keep in tune <br>The strings that stretch from heaven, till too soon <br>The change came, and the music passed away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now there is nothing but the ghosts of things,— <br>No life, no love, no children, and no men;<br>And over the forgotten place there clings <br>The strange and unrememberable light <br>That is in dreams. The music failed, and then <br>God frowned, and shut the village from His sight.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381401" data-title="The Dead Village de Edwin Arlington Robinson" data-description="Here there is death. But even here, they say, Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis, men were gay; And there were little children here to play, With small soft hands that onc..."></div> </div> </div>

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