<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When the Light is as Darkness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning-tide is fair and bright,<br> With golden sun up-springing;<br>The cedars glowed in the new-born light,<br> And the bell-bird's note was ringing;<br>While diamonds dropped by dusky Night,<br> Were yet to the gidyas clinging.<br> <br>The morning waned - the sun rose high<br> O'erhead, until 'twas seeming<br>But a dazzling disc, and the fiery sky<br> Like an opal sea was gleaming;<br>And languorous flowers - of morn gone by,<br> And coming eve - fell dreaming.<br> <br>And now the moon above does creep<br> To laugh at red Sol sinking;<br>While wakening from their sunlit sleep,<br> A few wan stars are blinking,<br>And thirsty, drooping flowers deep<br> Of evening dews are drinking.<br> <br>The birds will soon their carols cease,<br> And crows are homeward hieing;<br>The gloaming deepens, stars increase,<br> The weary day is dying -<br>Its requiem, murmurous of peace,<br> The vesper winds are, sighing.<br> <br>This night is near! Are you waiting friend,<br> That Night? - we're drawing nigh it -<br>When we to the Restful Land shall wend,<br> And leave life's feverish riot -<br>When the gods to each tired soul shall send<br> Eternal, dreamless quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+%27Breaker%27+Harbord+Morant">Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant</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=403156" data-title="When the Light is as Darkness de Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant" data-description="The morning-tide is fair and bright, With golden sun up-springing; The cedars glowed in the new-born light, And the bell-bird's note was ringing; While diamonds dropped by dusky Night, Were yet to the gidyas clinging. The morning waned - the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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