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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night Rhapsody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful it is to wake at night,<br>When over all there reigns the ultimate spell<br>Of complete silence, darkness absolute,<br>To feel the world, tilted on axle-tree,<br>In slow gyration, with no sensible sound,<br>Unless to ears of unimagined beings,<br>Resident incorporeal or stretched<br>In vigilance of ecstasy among<br>Ethereal paths and the celestial maze.<br>The rumour of our onward course now brings<br>A steady rustle, as of some strange ship<br>Darkling with soundless sail all set and amply filled<br>By volume of an ever-constant air,<br>At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,<br>Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful it is to wake at night,<br>Embalmed in darkness watchful, sweet, and still,<br>As is the brain's mood flattered by the swim<br>Of currents circumvolvent in the void,<br>To lie quite still and to become aware<br>Of the dim light cast by nocturnal skies<br>On a dim earth beyond the window-ledge,<br>So, isolate from the friendly company<br>Of the huge universe which turns without,<br>To brood apart in calm and joy awhile<br>Until the spirit sinks and scarcely knows<br>Whether self is, or if self only is,<br>For ever....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful to wake at night,<br>Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,<br>And live a century while in the dark<br>The dripping wheel of silence slowly turns;<br>To watch the window open on the night,<br>A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,<br>And, lying thus, to feel dilate within<br>The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse<br>Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,<br>Growing until the body seems outstretched<br>In perfect crucifixion on the arms<br>Of a cross pointing from last void to void,<br>While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All happiness thou holdest, happy night,<br>For such as lie awake and feel dissolved<br>The peaceful spice of darkness and the cool<br>Breath hither blown from the ethereal flowers<br>That mist thy fields! O happy, happy wounds,<br>Conditioned by existence in humanity,<br>That have such powers to heal them! slow sweet sighs<br>Torn from the bosom, silent wails, the birth<br>Of such long-treasured tears as pain his eyes,<br>Who, waking, hears the divine solicitudes<br>Of midnight with ineffable purport charged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful it is to wake at night,<br>Another night, in darkness yet more still,<br>Save when the myriad leaves on full-fledged boughs,<br>Filled rather by the perfume's wandering flood<br>Than by dispansion of the still sweet air,<br>Shall from the furthest utter silences<br>In glimmering secrecy have gathered up<br>An host of whisperings and scattered sighs,<br>To loose at last a sound as of the plunge<br>And lapsing seethe of some Pacific wave,<br>Which, risen from the star-thronged outer troughs,<br>Rolls in to wreathe with circling foam away<br>The flutter of the golden moths that haunt<br>The star's one glimmer daggered on wet sands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So beautiful it is to wake at night!<br>Imagination, loudening with the surf<br>Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,<br>Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote<br>Of faintest silence and the shades of sleep,<br>To bear me on the summit of her wave<br>Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge<br>Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised<br>Above the frontiers of infinity,<br>To which in the full reflux of the wave<br>Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,<br>Borne to those other shores — now never mine<br>Save for a hovering instant, short as this<br>Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back —<br>To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,<br>How beautiful it is to wake at night.</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>
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When over all there reigns the ultimate spell
Of complete silence, darkness absolute,
To feel the world, tilted on axle-tree,
In slow gyration, with no sensible sound,
Unless to ears of unimagined beings,
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