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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fading</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All in the beautiful Autumn weather<br> One thought lingers with me and stays; <br>Death and winter are coming together, <br> Though both are veiled by the amber haze<br>I look on the forest of royal splendour! <br> I look on the face in my quiet room; <br>A face all beautiful, sad and tender, <br> And both are stamped with the seal of doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All through the days of Indian summer, <br> Minute by minute and hour by hour, <br>I feel the approach of a dreaded Comer –<br> A ghastly presence of awful power.<br>I hear the birds in the early morning, <br> As they fly from the fields that are turning brown, <br>And at noon and at night my heart takes warning, <br> For the maple leaves fall down and down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sumac bushes are all a-flaming! <br> The world is scarlet, and gold, and green, <br>And my darling’s beautiful cheeks are shaming<br> The painted bloom of the ball-room queen.<br>Why talk of winter, amid such glory? <br> Why speak of death of a thing so fair? <br>Oh, but the forest king white and hoary<br> Is weaving a mantle for both to wear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God! If I could by the soft deceiving<br> Of forests of splendour and cheeks of bloom<br>Lull my heart into sweet believing<br> Just for a moment and drown my gloom; <br>If I could forget for a second only<br> And rest from the pain of this awful dread<br>Of the days that are coming long and lonely<br> When the Autumn goes and she is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all the while the sun gilds wood and meadow<br> And the fair cheeks, hectic glows and cheats, <br>I know grim death sits veiled in shadow<br> Weaving for both their winding sheets.<br>I cannot help, and I cannot save her.<br> My hands are as weak as a babe’s new-born; <br>I must yield her up to One who gave her<br> And wait for the resurrection morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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 One thought lingers with me and stays; 
Death and winter are coming together, 
 Though both are veiled by the amber haze
I look on the forest of royal splendour! 
 I look on the face in my quiet room; 
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