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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Watching</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a beautiful face looking ever at me<br>A pure bright moon cometh over the sea;<br>And I stand on the crags, and hear the falls<br>Go tumbling down, through the black river-walls;<br>And the heart of the gorge is rent with the cry<br>Of the pent-up winds in their agony!<br>You are far from me, dear, where I watch and wait,<br>Like a weary bird for a long-lost mate,<br>And my life is as dull as the sluggish stream<br>Feeling its way through a world of dream;<br>For here is a waste of darkness and fear,<br>And I call and I call, but no one will hear!<br>O darling of mine, do you ever yearn<br>For a something lost, which will never return?<br>O darling of mine, on the grave of dead Hours,<br>Do you feel, like me, for a handful of flowers?<br>Through the glens of the Past, do you wander along,<br>Like a restless ghost that hath done a wrong?<br>And, lying alone, do you look from the drouth<br>Of a thirsty Life with a pleading mouth?<br>When the rain’s on the roof, and the gales are abroad,<br>Do you wash with your tears the feet of your God?<br>Oh! I know you do, and he sitteth alone,<br>Your wounded Love, while you mourn and moan —<br>Oh! I know you do, and he never will leap<br>From his silence with smiles, while you weep — and weep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your coolness shake down, ye gathered green leaves,<br>For my spirit is faint with the love that it grieves!<br>Is there aught on the summit, O yearner through Night,<br>Aught on the summit which looks like the light;<br>When my soul is a-wearied and lone in the land,<br>Groping around will it touch a kind hand?<br>There are chasms between us as black as a pall,<br>But bring us together, O God over all!<br>And let me cast from me these fetters of Fear,<br>When I hear the glad singing of Faith so near;<br>For I know by the cheeks, which are pallid and wet,<br>And a listening life we shall mingle yet!<br>Oh! then I will turn to those eloquent eyes,<br>And clasp thee close, with a sweet surprise;<br>And a guest will go in by the heart’s holy door,<br>And the chambers of Love shall be left no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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