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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>New Year's Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear;<br> Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow;<br>And I, alone, like a storm-tossed wreck, on this night of the glad New Year,<br> Shuffling along in the icy wind, ghastly and gaunt and slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're playing a tune in McGuffy's saloon, and it's cheery and bright in there<br> (God! but I'm weak -- since the bitter dawn, and never a bite of food);<br>I'll just go over and slip inside -- I mustn't give way to despair --<br> Perhaps I can bum a little booze if the boys are feeling good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'll jeer at me, and they'll sneer at me, and they'll call me a whiskey soak;<br> (&quot;Have a drink? Well, thankee kindly, sir, I don't mind if I do.&quot;)<br>A drivelling, dirty, gin-joint fiend, the butt of the bar-room joke;<br> Sunk and sodden and hopeless -- &quot;Another? Well, here's to you!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">McGuffy is showing a bunch of the boys how Bob Fitzsimmons hit;<br> The barman is talking of Tammany Hall, and why the ward boss got fired.<br>I'll just sneak into a corner and they'll let me alone a bit;<br> The room is reeling round and round . . .O God! but I'm tired, I'm tired. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roses she wore on her breast that night. Oh, but their scent was sweet!<br> Alone we sat on the balcony, and the fan-palms arched above;<br>The witching strain of a waltz by Strauss came up to our cool retreat,<br> And I prisoned her little hand in mine, and I whispered my plea of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sudden the laughter died on her lips, and lowly she bent her head;<br> And oh, there came in the deep, dark eyes a look that was heaven to see;<br>And the moments went, and I waited there, and never a word was said,<br> And she plucked from her bosom a rose of red and shyly gave it to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the music swelled to a crash of joy, and the lights blazed up like day,<br> And I held her fast to my throbbing heart, and I kissed her bonny brow.<br>&quot;She is mine, she is mine for evermore!&quot; the violins seemed to say,<br> And the bells were ringing the New Year in -- O God! I can hear them now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't you remember that long, last waltz, with its sobbing, sad refrain?<br> Don't you remember that last good-by, and the dear eyes dim with tears?<br>Don't you remember that golden dream, with never a hint of pain,<br> Of lives that would blend like an angel-song in the bliss of the coming years?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, what have I lost! What have I lost! Ethel, forgive, forgive!<br> The red, red rose is faded now, and it's fifty years ago.<br>'Twere better to die a thousand deaths than live each day as I live!<br> I have sinned, I have sunk to the lowest depths -- but oh, I have suffered so!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! Oh, hark! I can hear the bells! . . . Look! I can see her there,<br> Fair as a dream . . . but it fades . . . And now -- I can hear the dreadful hum<br>Of the crowded court . . . See! the Judge looks down . . .<br> NOT GUILTY, my Lord, I swear . . .<br>The bells -- I can hear the bells again! . . . Ethel, I come, I come! . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Rouse up, old man, it's twelve o'clock. You can't sleep here, you know.<br> Say! ain't you got no sentiment? Lift up your muddled head;<br>Have a drink to the glad New Year, a drop before you go --<br> You darned old dirty hobo . . . My God! Here, boys! He's DEAD!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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