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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night long, by a distant bell,<br>The passing hours were notched<br>On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell,<br>And the spark of life I watched<br>In her face was glowing or fading, -- who could tell? --<br>And the open window of the room,<br>With a flare of yellow light,<br>Was peering out into the gloom,<br>Like an eye that searched the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and why do you fear?<br>&quot;I see that the garden is crowded with creeping forms of fear:<br>Little white ghosts in the locust-tree, that wave in the night-wind's breath,<br>And low in the leafy laurels the larking shadow of death.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet, clear notes of a waking bird<br>Told of the passing away<br>Of the dark, -- and my darling may have heard;<br>For she smiled in her sleep, while the ray<br>Of the rising dawn spoke joy without a word,<br>Till the splendor born in the east outburned <br>The yellow lamplight, pale and thin,<br>And the open window slowly turned<br>To the eye of the morning, looking in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, what do you see in the room, little window, that makes you so bright?<br>&quot;I see that a child is asleep on her pillow, soft and white,<br>With the rose of life on her tips, and the breath of life in her breast, <br>And the arms of God around her as she quietly takes her rest.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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