<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wings of Evening, spread like phantom sails<br>Athwart the waning west,<br>Now as the last thin streak of crimson fails,<br>Seem as with sleep possessed.<br>Now hope is changed to memory, and time<br>Becomes eternity,<br>As thought were chaunting to a runic rhyme<br>In some old mystery.<br>The shadows deepen, and the Night's weird stir<br>Seems like a spirit still<br>To tremble in the silence, as with her<br>Death walked invisible.<br>The heart can ken, e'en like an echo dead,<br>The eerie things they say<br>Who have come from a coast where none may tread<br>Within the dream of Day.<br>Night and her paramour — the last of things<br>That touch the soul with fear,<br>As that which deems that it is deathless clings<br>To its own shadow here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</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=506663" data-title="Night. de Robert Crawford" data-description="The wings of Evening, spread like phantom sails Athwart the waning west, Now as the last thin streak of crimson fails, Seem as with sleep possessed. Now hope is changed to memory, and time Becomes eternity, As thought were chaunting to a runic rhy..."></div> </div> </div>

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