<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506750" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Toward the Close</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time grows upon us until we exhaust <br>Hope's possibilities, and then we die <br>Who thus of life each make a holocaust <br>Till all we have in nature is put by. <br>No one survives himself, and none can so <br>Reclaim the sentiment of youth that he <br>Would like a fallen leaf re-budded grow <br>On the bare bough of joy's mortality. <br>Oh! in what charms may death himself reveal <br>When the life-instinct turns at last to him <br>For supreme succour, for the power to heal <br>That sickness of our days when all grows dim! <br>More fragrant then than roses, sweeter far, <br>The airs that come from the old darkness are.</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=506750" data-title="Toward the Close de Robert Crawford" data-description="Time grows upon us until we exhaust Hope's possibilities, and then we die Who thus of life each make a holocaust Till all we have in nature is put by. No one survives himself, and none can so Reclaim the sentiment of youth that he Would like..."></div> </div> </div>

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