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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The gloom of an hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have at times gnawing fears that my days may soon cease to be <br>Before my quill has exhausted itself in teeming my brain, <br>Before my high-piled books, in character, and in gallantry<br>Hold like rich wheat, the full ripened grain; <br> <br>When I behold, upon the night's vault starred face, <br>Huge cloudy symbols of a high youthful and fresh romance, <br>This blessed moon lending its sheen where I shall never trace<br>Its shadows, with the magic hand of zeal, rapture and chance; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I feel the air of a fair creature in the gloom of an hour, <br>That I shall never look upon or company my kinsmen more, <br>Never have relish in the fiery power and emotional tower<br>Of unreflecting love; youth on echoing dunes of an isolated shore </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of this stage wide world a human stands alone, and thinks<br>Where are all love moments and banners of praise<br>The human soul they try to cherish and to raise<br>No answer; his love collapses forgotten; his fame to nothingness sinks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>   Copy rights 2010<br>   All rights reserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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Before my quill has exhausted itself in teeming my brain, 
Before my high-piled books, in character, and in gallantry
Hold like rich wheat, the full ripened grain; 
 
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