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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don Rafael</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I would not have,' he said,<br>'Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave,<br>Grief's hideous panoply I would not have<br>Round me when I am dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Music and flowers and light,<br>And choric dances to guitar and flute,<br>Be these around me when my lips are mute,<br>Mine eyes are sealed from sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So let me lie one day,<br>One long, eternal day, in sunshine bathed,<br>In cerements of silken tissue swathed,<br>Smothered 'neath flowers of May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'One perfect day of peace,<br>Or ere clean flame consume my fleshly veil,<br>My life-a gilded vapor-shall exhale,<br>Brief as a sigh-and cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But ere the torch be laid<br>To my unshrinking limbs by some true hand,<br>Athwart the orange-fragrant laughing land,<br>Bring many a dark-eyed maid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'From the bright, sea-kissed town;<br>My beautiful, beloved enemies,<br>Gemmed as the dew, voluptuous as the breeze,<br>Each in her festal gown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'All those through whom I learned<br>The sweet of folly and the pains of love,<br>My Rose, my Star, my Comforter, my Dove,<br>For whom, poor moth, I burned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Loves of a day, and hour,<br>Or passions (vowed eternal) of a year,<br>Though each be strange to each, to me all dear<br>As to the bee the flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Around me they shall move<br>In languid contra dances, and shall shed<br>Their smiling eyebeams as I were not dead,<br>But quick to flash back love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Something not alien quite<br>To tender ruth, perchance their breast shall fill,<br>Seeing him that was so mobile grown so still,<br>The fiery-veined so white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And when the dance is o'er,<br>The pinched guitar, the smitten tambourine,<br>Have ceased their rhythmic beat,-oh, friends of mine,<br>On my rich bier, then pour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The garlands that ye wear,<br>The happy rose that on your bosom breathes,<br>The fresh-culled clusters and the dewy wreaths<br>That crown your fragrant hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Though blind, I still shall see,<br>Though dead, shall feel your presence and shall know,<br>I who was beauty's life-long slave, shall so<br>Win her in death to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thanks, sisters, and farewell!<br>Back to your joys. My brother shall make room<br>For my tried sword upon the high-piled bloom,<br>And fire the pinnacle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My soul, pure flame, shall leap<br>To meet its parent essence once again<br>My body dust and ashes shall remain,<br>Tired heart and brain shall sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Life has one gate alone,<br>Obscure, beset with peril and fierce pain.<br>Large death has many portals to his fane,<br>Why choose we to make moan?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why dwell with worms and clay<br>When we may soar through air on wings of flame,<br>Dissolve to small, white dust our perfect frame,<br>And never know decay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A brother's pious hand<br>The pure, fire-winnowed ashes shall inurn,<br>And lay them in the orange grove where burn<br>Globed suns that scent the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The leaf shall be more green,<br>Even for my dust-more snowy-soft the flower,<br>More juicy-sweet the fruit's live pulp-the bower<br>Richer that I have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I would not,' he said,<br>'Tears and the black pall and the wormy grave,<br>Grief's hideous panoply I would not have<br>Round me when I am dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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'Tears, nor the black pall, nor the wormy grave,
Grief's hideous panoply I would not have
Round me when I am dead.

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And choric dances to guitar and flute,
Be these around me when my lips a..."></div>
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