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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Midnight Lamentation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you and I go down<br>Breathless and cold,<br>Our faces both worn back<br>To earthly mould,<br>How lonely we shall be!<br>What shall we do,<br>You without me,<br>I without you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot bear the thought<br>You, first, may die,<br>Nor of how you will weep,<br>Should I.<br>We are too much alone;<br>What can we do<br>To make our bodies one:<br>You, me; I, you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are most nearly born<br>Of one same kind;<br>We have the same delight,<br>The same true mind.<br>Must we then part, we part;<br>Is there no way<br>To keep a beating heart,<br>And light of day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could now rise and run<br>Through street on street<br>To where you are breathing–you,<br>That we might meet,<br>And that your living voice<br>Might sound above<br>Fear, and we two rejoice<br>Within our love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How frail the body is,<br>And we are made<br>As only in decay<br>To lean and fade.<br>I think too much of death;<br>There is a gloom<br>When I can’t hear your breath<br>Calm in some room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, but how suddenly<br>Either may droop;<br>Countenance be so white,<br>Body stoop.<br>Then there may be a place<br>Where fading flowers<br>dropp on a lifeless face<br>Through weeping hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is then nothing safe?<br>Can we not find<br>Some everlasting life<br>In our one mind?<br>I feel it like disgrace<br>Only to understand<br>Your spirit through your word,<br>Or by your hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot find a way<br>Through love and through;<br>I cannot reach beyond<br>Body, to you.<br>When you or I must go<br>Down evermore,<br>There’ll be no more to say<br>–But a locked door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Monro">Harold Monro</a><div class=q>
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Breathless and cold,
Our faces both worn back
To earthly mould,
How lonely we shall be!
What shall we do,
You without me,
I without you?

I cannot bear the thought
You, first, may die,
Nor of how you will weep,
Should I.
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