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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lemnos Harbour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The island sleeps,-but it has no delight<br>For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.<br>My thoughts are long of what seems long ago,<br>And long, too, are my dreams. I do not know<br>These trailing glories of the star-strewn night<br>Or the slow sough of the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear the rattle of the moving car;<br>The children crying in the lighted street,<br>I walk along the same old asphalt way.<br>I see the church,-I hear the organ play.<br>I see the hills I wandered on afar,<br>And spots of rain at my feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the dust-strewn hedge,-the latched gate;<br>The gravelled path with roses either side;<br>The cedar tree,-my mother’s window pane.<br>I see the place where I sat long and late<br>By the trellis deep and wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red Virginia crumbles at the wall.<br>The bed is bare where winter’s snow-drops grew.<br>I feel my dog come licking at my hand.<br>I pause awhile beside the door, I stand.<br>And hear the well-known footsteps softly fall<br>And the voices that I knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slowly creep and peep beneath the blind.<br>-My father reads his book within his chair.<br>Some children play their game of dominoes.<br>My mother sits beside the fire and sews;<br>Her head is bowed. I know her eyes are kind<br>By the grey lines in her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tap the pane to see those tears unshed.<br>I see all turn, and watch them sadly stirred<br>By the sound, and peer to see my face without.<br>They see, and smile, I hear no welcome shout.<br>They sit and gaze as they that see the dead,<br>But no one says a word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The island sleeps. May sleep come soon to me,<br>And lull these dreams within my shaken mind;<br>-These dreams that tell me I have seen the last<br>of those I left so,-loved so in the past.<br>* * *<br>I hear the murmur of the moving sea,<br>And the murmur of the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Leon+Gellert">Leon Gellert</a><div class=q>
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For em, to whom that sleep has been unkind.
My thoughts are long of what seems long ago,
And long, too, are my dreams. I do not know
These trailing glories of the star-strewn night
Or the slow sough of the ..."></div>
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