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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother and sphinx</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grim is the face that looks into the night<br> Over the stretch of sands;<br>A sullen rock in a sea of white--<br>A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,<br> Peering and moaning it stands.<br>&quot;Oh, is it the king that rides this way--<br>Oh, is it the king that rides so free?<br>I have looked for the king this many a day,<br>But the years that mock me will not say<br> Why tarrieth he!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is not your king that shall ride to-night,<br> But a child that is fast asleep;<br>And the horse he shall ride is the Dream-horse white--<br>Aha, he shall speed through the ghostly light<br> Where the ghostly shadows creep!<br>&quot;My eyes are dull and my face is sere,<br> Yet unto the word he gave I cling,<br>For he was a Pharaoh that set me here--<br>And, lo! I have waited this many a year<br> For him--my king!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, past thy face my darling shall ride<br> Swift as the burning winds that bear<br>The sand clouds over the desert wide--<br>Swift to the verdure and palms beside<br> The wells off there!<br>&quot;And is it the mighty king I shall see<br> Come riding into the night?<br>Oh, is it the king come back to me--<br>Proudly and fiercely rideth he,<br> With centuries dight!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know no king but my dark-eyed dear<br> That shall ride the Dream-Horse white;<br>But see! he wakes at my bosom here,<br>While the Dream-Horse frettingly lingers near<br> To speed with my babe to-night!<br>And out of the desert darkness peers<br> A ghostly, ghastly, shadowy thing<br>Like a spirit come out of the mouldering years,<br>And ever that waiting spectre hears<br> The coming king!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Grim is the face that looks into the night
 Over the stretch of sands;
A sullen rock in a sea of white--
A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,
 Peering and moaning it stands.
&quot;Oh, is it the king that rides this way--
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