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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mysterious Visitor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE was a sound of hurrying feet,<br>A tramp on echoing stairs,<br>There was a rush along the aisles,--<br>It was the hour of prayers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on, like Ocean's midnight wave,<br>The current rolled along,<br>When, suddenly, a stranger form<br>Was seen amidst the throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was a dark and swarthy man,<br>That uninvited guest;<br>A faded coat of bottle-green<br>Was buttoned round his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was not one among them all<br>Could say from whence he came;<br>Nor beardless boy, nor ancient man,<br>Could tell that stranger's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All silent as the sheeted dead,<br>In spite of sneer and frown,<br>Fast by a gray-haired senior's side<br>He sat him boldly down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a look of horror flashed<br>From out the tutor's eyes;<br>When all around him rose to pray,<br>The stranger did not rise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A murmur broke along the crowd,<br>The prayer was at an end;<br>With ringing heels and measured tread,<br>A hundred forms descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through sounding aisle, o'er grating stair,<br>The long procession poured,<br>Till all were gathered on the seats<br>Around the Commons board.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That fearful stranger! down he sat,<br>Unasked, yet undismayed;<br>And on his lip a rising smile<br>Of scorn or pleasure played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took his hat and hung it up,<br>With slow but earnest air;<br>He stripped his coat from off his back,<br>And placed it on a chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from his nearest neighbor's side<br>A knife and plate he drew;<br>And, reaching out his hand again,<br>He took his teacup too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fled the sugar from the bowl<br>How sunk the azure cream!<br>They vanished like the shapes that float<br>Upon a summer's dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long, long draught,--an outstretched hand,--<br>And crackers, toast, and tea,<br>They faded from the stranger's touch,<br>Like dew upon the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then clouds were dark on many a brow,<br>Fear sat upon their souls,<br>And, in a bitter agony,<br>They clasped their buttered rolls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A whisper trembled through the crowd,<br>Who could the stranger be?<br>And some were silent, for they thought<br>A cannibal was he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if the creature should arise,--<br>For he was stout and tall,--<br>And swallow down a sophomore,<br>Coat, crow's-foot, cap, and all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All sullenly the stranger rose;<br>They sat in mute despair;<br>He took his hat from off the peg,<br>His coat from off the chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four freshmen fainted on the seat,<br>Six swooned upon the floor;<br>Yet on the fearful being passed,<br>And shut the chapel door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is full many a starving man,<br>That walks in bottle green,<br>But never more that hungry one<br>In Commons hall was seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet often at the sunset hour,<br>When tolls the evening bell,<br>The freshman lingers on the steps,<br>That frightful tale to tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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A tramp on echoing stairs,
There was a rush along the aisles,--
It was the hour of prayers.

And on, like Ocean's midnight wave,
The current rolled along,
When, suddenly, a stranger form
Was seen amidst the thro..."></div>
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