<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mater Tenebrarum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie, <br>I startle the stillness and gloom with a bitter and strong cry: <br>0 Love! 0 Beloved long lost! come down from thy Heaven above, <br>For my heart is wasting and dying in uttermost famine for love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come down for a moment! oh, come! Come serious and mild <br>And pale, as thou wert on this earth, thou adorable Child! <br>Or come as thou art, with thy sanctitude, triumph and bliss, <br>For a garment of glory about thee; and give me one kiss, <br>One tender and pitying look of thy tenderest eyes, <br>One word of solemn assurance and truth that <br>the soul with its love never dies! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in frenzy I lie, <br>I cleave through the crushing gloom with a bitter and deadly cry: <br>Oh! where have they taken my Love from our Eden <br>of bliss on this earth? <br>Which now is a frozen waste of sepulchral and horrible dearth? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have they killed her indeed? Is her soul as her body, which long <br>Has moldered away in the dust where the foul worms throng? <br>O'er what abhorrent Lethes, to what remotest star, <br>Is she rapt away from my pursuit through cycles and systems far? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is dead, she is utterly dead; for her life would hear and speed <br>To the wild imploring cry of my heart that cries in its dreadful need. <br>In the endless nights, on my bed, where sleeplessly brooding I lie, <br>I burden the heavy gloom with a bitter an weary sigh: <br>No hope in this worn-out world, no hope beyond the tomb; <br>No living and loving God, but blind and stony Doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anguish and grief and sin, terror, disease, and despair: <br>Why throw not off this life, this garment of torture I wear, <br>And go down to sleep in the grave in everlasting rest? <br>What keeps me yet in this life., what spark in my frozen breast? <br>A fire of dread, 'a light of hope, kindled, 0 Love, by thee; <br>For thy pure and gentle and beautiful soul, it must immortal be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</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=416384" data-title="Mater Tenebrarum de James Thomson" data-description="In the endless nights, from my bed, where sleepless in anguish I lie, I startle the stillness and gloom with a bitter and strong cry: 0 Love! 0 Beloved long lost! come down from thy Heaven above, For my heart is wasting and dying in uttermost f..."></div> </div> </div>

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