<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard the children playing in the sun, <br>And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees <br>Sway like a film of silver in the breeze <br>Under the purple hills; and one by one <br>She noted chairs and cabinets, and spun <br>The pattern of her bed's pale draperies: <br>Yet all the while she knew that each of these <br>Was a dull lie, in irony begun. <br>For down in hell she lay, whose livid fires <br>Love may not quench, whose pangs death may not quell.<br>The round immensity of earth and sky <br>Shrank to a point that speared her. Loves' desires,<br>Darkened to torturing ministers of hell, <br>Whose mockery of joy deepened the lie. <br>Little eternities the black hours were, <br>That no beginning knew, that knew no end. <br>Day waned, and night came like a faithless friend,<br>Bringing no joy; till slowly over her <br>A numbness grew, and life became a blur, <br>A silence, an oblivion, a dark blend <br>Of dim lost agonies, whose downward trend <br>Led into time's eternal sepulchre. <br>And yet, when, after aeons infinite <br>Of dark eclipse she woke—lo, it was day! <br>The pictures hung upon the walls, each one; <br>Under the same rose-patterned coverlet <br>She lay; spring was still young, and still the play <br>Of happy children sounded in the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403084" data-title="Pain de Harriet Monroe" data-description="She heard the children playing in the sun, And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees Sway like a film of silver in the breeze Under the purple hills; and one by one She noted chairs and cabinets, and spun The pattern of her bed's pal..."></div> </div> </div>

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