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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506340" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Serenade At The Villa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was I, you heard last night,<br> When there rose no moon at all,<br>Nor, to pierce the strained and tight<br> Tent of heaven, a planet small:<br>Life was dead and so was light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a twinkle from the fly,<br> Not a glimmer from the worm;<br>When the crickets stopped their cry,<br> When the owls forbore a term,<br>You heard music; that was I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth turned in her sleep with pain,<br> Sultrily suspired for proof:<br>In at heaven and out again,<br> Lightning!---where it broke the roof,<br>Bloodlike, some few drops of rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What they could my words expressed,<br> O my love, my all, my one!<br>Singing helped the verses best,<br> And when singing's best was done,<br>To my lute I left the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So wore night; the East was gray,<br> White the broad-faced hemlock-flowers:<br>There would be another day;<br> Ere its first of heavy hours<br>Found me, I had passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What became of all the hopes,<br> Words and song and lute as well?<br>Say, this struck you---``When life gropes<br> ``Feebly for the path where fell<br>``Light last on the evening slopes,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``One friend in that path shall be,<br> ``To secure my step from wrong;<br>``One to count night day for me,<br> ``Patient through the watches long,<br>``Serving most with none to see.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never say---as something bodes---<br> ``So, the worst has yet a worse!<br>``When life halts 'neath double loads,<br> ``Better the taskmaster's curse<br>``Than such music on the roads!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``When no moon succeeds the sun,<br> ``Nor can pierce the midnight's tent<br>``Any star, the smallest one,<br> ``While some drops, where lightning rent,<br>``Show the final storm begun---</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``When the fire-fly hides its spot,<br> ``When the garden-voices fail<br>``In the darkness thick and hot,---<br> ``Shall another voice avail,<br>``That shape be where these are not?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Has some plague a longer lease,<br> ``Proffering its help uncouth?<br>``Can't one even die in peace?<br> ``As one shuts one's eyes on youth,<br>``Is that face the last one sees?''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh how dark your villa was,<br> Windows fast and obdurate!<br>How the garden grudged me grass<br> Where I stood---the iron gate<br>Ground its teeth to let me pass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a><div class=q>
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That was I, you heard last night,
 When there rose no moon at all,
Nor, to pierce the strained and tight
 Tent of heaven, a planet small:
Life was dead and so was light.

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Not a twinkle from the fly,
 Not a glimmer from the worm;
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