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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Feud</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear a cry from the Sansard cave,<br>O mother, will no one hearken?<br>A cry of the lost, will no one save?<br>A cry of the dead, though the oceans rave,<br>And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave,<br>While the shadows darken and darken.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, hush thee, child, for the night is wet,<br>And the cloud-caves split asunder,<br>With lightning in a jagged fret,<br>Like the gleam of a salmon in the net,<br>When the rocks are rich in the red sunset,<br>And the stream rolls down in thunder.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mother, O mother, a pain at my heart,<br>A pang like the pang of dying.'<br>'Oh, hush thee, child, for the wild birds dart<br>Up and down, and close and part,<br>Wheeling round where the black cliffs start,<br>And the foam at their feet is flying.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O mother, a strife like the black clouds'<br>And a peace that cometh after.'<br>'Hush, child, for peace is the end of life,<br>And the heart of a maiden finds peace as a wife,<br>But the sky and the cliffs and the ocean are rife<br>With the storm and thunder's laughter.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come in, my sons, come in and rest,<br>For the shadows darken and darken,<br>And your sister is pale as the white swan's breast,<br>And her eyes are fixed and her lips are pressed<br>In the death of a name ye might have guessed,<br>Had ye twain been here to hearken.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hush, mother, a corpse lies on the sand,<br>And the spray is round it driven,<br>It lies on its face, and one white hand<br>Points through the mist on the belt of strand<br>To where the cliffs of Sansard stand,<br>And the ocean's strength is riven.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Was it God, my sons, who laid him there?<br>Or the sea that left him sleeping?'<br>'Nay, mother, our dirks where his heart was bare,<br>As swift as the rain through the teeth of the air;<br>And the foam-fingers play in the Saxon's hair,<br>While the tides are round him creeping.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, curses on you, hand and head,<br>Like the rains in this wild weather<br>The guilt of blood is swift and dread,<br>Your sister's face is cold and dead,<br>Ye may not part whom God would wed<br>And love hath knit together.'</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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O mother, will no one hearken?
A cry of the lost, will no one save?
A cry of the dead, though the oceans rave,
And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave,
While the shadows darken and darken.'

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