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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas. -- April, 1814</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,<br>Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:<br>Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,<br>And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pause not! The time is past! Every voice cries, Away!<br>Tempt not with one last tear thy friend’s ungentle mood:<br>Thy lover’s eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay:<br>Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, away! to thy sad and silent home;<br>Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth;<br>Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,<br>And complicate strange webs of melancholy mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head:<br>The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet:<br>But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead,<br>Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose,<br>For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep:<br>Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows;<br>Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its appointed sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou in the grave shalt rest—yet till the phantoms flee<br>Which that house and heath and garden made dear to thee erewhile,<br>Thy remembrance, and repentance, and deep musings are not free<br>From the music of two voices and the light of one sweet smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:
Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.

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