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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383740" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Path</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The garden's full of scented wallflowers, <br>And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs; <br>Only a distant bell in hollow chime <br>Cried out just now for far-forgoten time, <br>And three reverberate words the great bell spoke. <br>The knocker's made of brass, the door of oak, <br>And such a clamor must be loosed on air <br>By the knocker's blow that knock I do not dare. <br>The silence is a spell, and if it break, <br>What things, that now lie sleeping, will awake?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are simple creatures lying there in cool <br>Sweet linen sheets, in slumber like the pool <br>Of moonlight white as water on the floor? <br>Will they come down laughing and unlock the door? <br>And will they draw me in, and let me sit <br>On the tall settle while the lamp is lit? <br>And shall I see their innocent clean lives <br>Shining as plainly as the plates and knives, <br>The blue bowls, and the brass cage with its bird?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But listen! listen! surely something stirred <br>Within the house, and creeping down the halls <br>Draws close to me with sinister footfalls. <br>Will long pale fingers softly lift the latch, <br>And lead me up, under the osier thatch, <br>To a little room, a little secret room, <br>Hung with green arras picturing the doom, <br>The most disasterous death of some proud knight? <br>And shall I search the room by candle-light <br>And see, behind the curtains of my bed, <br>A murdered man who sleeps as sleep the dead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or will my clamorous knocking shake the trees <br>With lonely thunder through the stillnesses, <br>And then lie down--the coldest fear of all-- <br>To nothing, and deliberate silence fall <br>On the house deep in the silence, and no one come <br>To door or window, staring blind and dumb?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elinor+Morton+Wylie">Elinor Morton Wylie</a><div class=q>
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And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs; 
Only a distant bell in hollow chime 
Cried out just now for far-forgoten time, 
And three reverberate words the great bell spoke. 
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