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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Songs Of The Enigma</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOMETHING</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long I have wished for something I know well,<br>But what that something is I cannot tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So often at sunrise in sad tears I wake<br>Shivering with longing for its sake;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So often at noontide when the house is still<br>It sickens me with its unbidden ill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So often at twilight it does not seem far,<br>Not further than the first and far-off star;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, all my life is built towards its token<br>Yet by its near far-offness I am broken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I am ever under something's spell,<br>But what that something is I cannot tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A WANDERING THING</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hopeless rain, a sigh, a shadow<br>Falters and drifts again, again over the meadow,<br>It wanders lost, drifts hither . . . thither,<br>It blows, it goes, it knows not whither.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A profound grief, an unknown sorrow<br>Wanders always my strange life thoro',<br>I know not ever what brings it hither,<br>Nor whence it comes . . . nor goes it whither.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MODERN LOVE SONG</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that the evenfall is come,<br>And the sun fills the flaring trees<br>And everything is mad, lit, dumb,<br>And in the pauses of the breeze<br>A far voice seems to call me home<br>To haven beyond woods and leas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel again how sharply stings<br>The spell which binds our troubled dust<br>With hint of divine frustrated things,—<br>The Soul's deep doubt and desperate trust<br>That She at sunset shall find wings<br>To bear her beyond NOW and MUST.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So place your head against my head,<br>And set your lips upon my lips<br>That so I may be comforted,—<br>For Ah ! the world so from me slips,<br>To the World-Sunset I am sped<br>Where Soul and Silence come to grips<br>And Love stands sore-astonished.</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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SOMETHING

How long I have wished for something I know well,
But what that something is I cannot tell.

So often at sunrise in sad tears I wake
Shivering with longing for its sake;

So often at noontide when the house is still
It sickens me wit..."></div>
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