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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS some great cloud upon a mountain's breast,<br>Hanging for ever, shutteth out the sun,<br>Its chilly fingers twining in the trees<br>And blighting them, so ever one dark thought<br>Broods o'er my life and makes my spirit droop<br>5<br>Beneath its baleful shade. A demon form<br>Is ever at my side, whose icy touch<br>Freezes my warmest thoughts, and makes them hang<br>Like dull, cold icicles about my heart.<br>I feel his presence 'mid my fellow-men;<br>10<br>I see his image in the restless sea<br>That gnaws the land; and on the towering top,<br>Where everything is still, amid the rocks,<br>Worn bald by fleeting years, I hear his tread.<br>I see his footsteps in the lonely wild,<br>15<br>Where forests ever spring and ever die;<br>But, most of all, I feel him near the night,<br>When all the world is shrouded in the gloom<br>Of dreamful Sleep,—so like his brother Death;<br>I see his eyeballs on the glittering sky;<br>20<br>I hear his laughter ringing from the stars,<br>That look at me and say, &quot;O helpless worm,<br>Upon the world of worms, dost thou not know<br>The dust thou treadest in was once like thee,<br>And laughed its laugh, and had its time to weep,<br>25<br>And now lies helpless, trampled on, forgot,<br>Scattered upon thy tiny globe which hangs<br>Chained to its sun in black infinity?<br>That thou—thou, too—must soon be dust again,<br>Forgotten, helpless, trampled on by those<br>30<br>That shall come after thee?&quot;<br>    I even hear<br>His voice amid the voices of my friends,<br>Harsh, taunting me with death, and dreams of death.<br>And, when I gaze in rapture on the face<br>35<br>Of whom I love, he casts a hideous light,<br>That lets me see, behind the sweet, warm flesh,<br>The lightless skull, and o'er the rounded form<br>The shades of death, aye dark and darker growing,<br>Until the life-light melts into the night.<br>40<br>Oh, would that I could break the cursèd chain<br>That binds this monster to me! for my life<br>Is like some gloomy valley that lies chill<br>Beneath a frowning precipice. And yet<br>The thread of gloom is woven in my being,<br>45<br>And I am loth to rend it, for my thoughts<br>Have long been shaded by it. Ever since<br>I first could play, I used to watch the boys,<br>So joyous in their sports, and saw them men,<br>Grown chilly-hearted in a chilly world,<br>50<br>Grown weary with the burden of their life,<br>All restless, seeking rest yet finding change;<br>And then I saw the gathering shadows lower<br>Upon the evening of their life, and then<br>They merged into the dark, and all was still—<br>55<br>Dust under dust, forgotten by the world<br>In ugly loathsomeness.<br>    The demon still<br>Was at my side in after-years, and threw<br>A shade on every friendship, as a cloud<br>60<br>Floats past the sun and dims the flowering fields.<br>Oft have I wondered at the woodland stream<br>That dances on, through dappled-lighted woods,<br>O'er mossy pebbles glinting in the sun,<br>Like eyes of merry children round the fire,<br>65<br>And never seems to think that it must thread<br>The misty fen, where every flower grows rank<br>Amid the lazy ooze, and sink at last<br>Beneath the boundless sea. Oh, happy they,<br>Who thus go laughing on from year to year,<br>70<br>And never know the mystery of being,<br>And never start and shudder at the dream<br>That they and all mankind are dreaming—Life,<br>And strive to wake, but fall back helplessly;<br>Who fancy sunlight, when the sky is dark,<br>75<br>And never know that time, like India's snake,<br>Enwraps us with his gaudy-coloured folds<br>Of changing seasons, till his dread embrace<br>Has crushed out life; who live, and laugh, and weep,<br>And tread the dust of myriads underfoot,<br>80<br>And see men die around them, yet whose life,<br>The demon form that stalks beside my path,<br>The consciousness of never-ending change,<br>Has never darkened, as it darkens mine,<br>Beneath the shadow of the wings of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q>
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Its chilly fingers twining in the trees
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