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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knight of St. John</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere down yon blue Carpathian hills<br>The sun shall sink again,<br>Farewell to life and all its ills,<br>Farewell to cell and chain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These prison shades are dark and cold,<br>But, darker far than they,<br>The shadow of a sorrow old<br>Is on my heart alway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For since the day when Warkworth wood<br>Closed o'er my steed, and I,<br>An alien from my name and blood,<br>A weed cast out to die,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, looking back in sunset light,<br>I saw her turret gleam,<br>And from its casement, far and white,<br>Her sign of farewell stream,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like one who, from some desert shore,<br>Doth home's green isles descry,<br>And, vainly longing, gazes o'er<br>The waste of wave and sky;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from the desert of my fate<br>I gaze across the past;<br>Forever on life's dial-plate<br>The shade is backward cast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've wandered wide from shore to shore,<br>I've knelt at many a shrine;<br>And bowed me to the rocky floor<br>Where Bethlehem's tapers shine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by the Holy Sepulchre<br>I've pledged my knightly sword<br>To Christ, His blessed Church, and her,<br>The Mother of our Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, vain the vow, and vain the strife!<br>How vain do all things seem!<br>My soul is in the past, and life<br>To-day is but a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain the penance strange and long,<br>And hard for flesh to bear;<br>The prayer, the fasting, and the thong,<br>And sackcloth shirt of hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eyes of memory will not sleep,<br>Its ears are open still;<br>And vigils with the past they keep<br>Against my feeble will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the loves and joys of old<br>Do evermore uprise;<br>I see the flow of locks of gold,<br>The shine of loving eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! upon another's breast<br>Those golden locks recline;<br>I see upon another rest<br>The glance that once was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O faithless priest! O perjured knight!'<br>I hear the Master cry;<br>'Shut out the vision from thy sight,<br>Let Earth and Nature die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Church of God is now thy spouse,<br>And thou the bridegroom art;<br>Then let the burden of thy vows<br>Crush down thy human heart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain! This heart its grief must know,<br>Till life itself hath ceased,<br>And falls beneath the self-same blow<br>The lover and the priest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O pitying Mother! souls of light,<br>And saints and martyrs old!<br>Pray for a weak and sinful knight,<br>A suffering man uphold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let the Paynim work his will,<br>And death unbind my chain,<br>Ere down yon blue Carpathian hill<br>The sun shall fall again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The sun shall sink again,
Farewell to life and all its ills,
Farewell to cell and chain!

These prison shades are dark and cold,
But, darker far than they,
The shadow of a sorrow old
Is on my heart alway.

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