<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the last time, maybe, upon the knoll<br>I stand. The eve is golden, languid, sad.<br>Day like a tragic actor plays his role<br>To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad.<br>I, too, take leave of all I ever had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shall not say I went with heavy heart:<br>Heavy I am, but soon I shall be free,<br>I love them all, but oh I now depart<br>A little sadly, strangely, fearfully,<br>As one who goes to try a mystery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bell is sounding down in Dedham vale:<br>Be still, O bell: too often standing here<br>When all the air was tremulous, fine and pale,<br>Thy golden note so calm, so still, so clear,<br>Out of my stony heart has struck a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now tears are not mine. I have release<br>From all the former and the later pain,<br>Like the mid sea I rock in boundless peace<br>Soothed by the charity of the deep-sea rain….<br>Calm rain! Calm sea! Calm found, long sought in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bronzen pines, evening of gold and blue,<br>Steep mellow slope, brimmed twilit pools below,<br>Hushed trees, still vale dissolving in the dew,<br>Farewell. Farewell. There is no more to do.<br>We have been happy. Happy now I go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Nichols">Robert Nichols</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=507825" data-title="Farewell de Robert Nichols" data-description="For the last time, maybe, upon the knoll I stand. The eve is golden, languid, sad. Day like a tragic actor plays his role To the last whispered word and falls gold-clad. I, too, take leave of all I ever had. They shall not say I went with heavy h..."></div> </div> </div>

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