<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477870" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Monk's Walk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this sombre garden close<br>What has come and passed, who knows?<br>What red passion, what white pain<br>Haunted this dim walk in vain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath the ivied wall,<br>Where the silent shadows fall,<br>Lies the pathway chill and damp<br>Where the world-quit dreamers tramp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just across, where sunlight burns,<br>Smiling at the mourning ferns,<br>Stand the roses, side by side,<br>Nodding in their useless pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ferns and roses, who shall say<br>What you witness day by day?<br>Covert smile or dropping eye,<br>As the monks go pacing by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Has the novice come to-day<br>Here beneath the wall to pray?<br>Has the young monk, lately chidden,<br>Sung his lyric, sweet, forbidden?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, roses, did you note<br>That pale father's throbbing throat?<br>Did you hear him murmur, 'Love!'<br>As he kissed a faded glove?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mourning ferns, pray tell me why<br>Shook you with that passing sigh?<br>Is it that you chanced to spy<br>Something in the Abbot's eye?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here no dream, nor thought of sin,<br>Where no worlding enters in;<br>Here no longing, no desire,<br>Heat nor flame of earthly fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Branches waving green above,<br>Whisper naught of life nor love;<br>Softened winds that seem a breath,<br>Perfumed, bring no fear of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it living thus to live?<br>Has life nothing more to give?<br>Ah, no more of smile or sigh--<br>Life, the world, and love, good-bye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray, and passionless, and dim,<br>Echoing of the solemn hymn,<br>Lies the walk, 'twixt fern and rose,<br>Here within the garden close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</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=477870" data-title="The Monk's Walk de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="In this sombre garden close What has come and passed, who knows? What red passion, what white pain Haunted this dim walk in vain? Underneath the ivied wall, Where the silent shadows fall, Lies the pathway chill and damp Where the world-quit dream..."></div> </div> </div>

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