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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grief's Harmonics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At evening, when the lank and rigid trees,<br>To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,<br>On heaven's blank leaf seem pressed and flatten-ed;<br>Or rather, to my sombre thoughts replying,<br>Of plumes funereal the thin effigies;<br>That hour when all old dead things seem most dead,<br>And their death instant most and most undying,<br>That the flesh aches at them; there stirred in me<br>The babe of an unborn calamity,<br>Ere its due time to be deliver-ed.<br>Dead sorrow and sorrow unborn so blent their pain,<br>That which more present was were hardly said,<br>But both more NOW than any Now can be.<br>My soul like sackcloth did her body rend,<br>And thus with Heaven contend:-<br>'Let pass the chalice of this coming dread,<br>Or that fore-drained O bid me not re-drain!'<br>So have I asked, who know my asking vain,<br>Woe against woe in antiphon set over,<br>That grief's soul transmigrates, and lives again,<br>And in new pang old pang's incarnated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,
On heaven's blank leaf seem pressed and flatten-ed;
Or rather, to my sombre thoughts replying,
Of plumes funereal the thin effigies;
That hour when all ..."></div>
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