<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fallen Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW that the soul has left its throne<br> Behind your mortal eyes,<br>And light, and colour and sound are gone<br> From the body's palaces :<br>Still in his wood the blackbird calls,<br> But there is one too few to hear :<br>And one too few to watch the trout<br> Swim through the music of the weir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once I dreamt that you were gone,<br> As dust upon the wave ;<br>Or, as a dropp in some deep well,<br> That none could sort or save.<br>But falling low between the stars,<br> So soon as I had such a fear,<br>At dusk and dawn a whisper came :<br> 'The dead are near: the dead are near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</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=409887" data-title="The Fallen Poet de Herbert Asquith" data-description="NOW that the soul has left its throne Behind your mortal eyes, And light, and colour and sound are gone From the body's palaces : Still in his wood the blackbird calls, But there is one too few to hear : And one too few to watch the trout Swim..."></div> </div> </div>

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