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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508667" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunshine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows;<br>The mighty skies are palisades of light;<br>The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows;<br>Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night.<br>Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray:<br>&quot;Silence and night, have pity! stoop and slay.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have not slept for many, many days.<br>I close my eyes with weariness -- that's all.<br>I still have strength to feed the drift-wood blaze,<br>That flickers weirdly on the icy wall.<br>I still have strength to pray: &quot;God rest her soul,<br>Here in the awful shadow of the Pole.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the cabin's alcove low she lies,<br>Still candles gleaming at her head and feet;<br>All snow-drop white, ash-cold, with closed eyes,<br>Lips smiling, hands at rest -- O God, how sweet!<br>How all unutterably sweet she seems. . . .<br>Not dead, not dead indeed -- she dreams, she dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sunshine&quot;, I called her, and she brought, I vow,<br>God's blessed sunshine to this life of mine.<br>I was a rover, of the breed who plough<br>Life's furrow in a far-flung, lonely line;<br>The wilderness my home, my fortune cast<br>In a wild land of dearth, barbaric, vast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When did I see her first? Long had I lain<br>Groping my way to life through fevered gloom.<br>Sudden the cloud of darkness left my brain;<br>A velvet bar of sunshine pierced the room,<br>And in that mellow glory aureoled<br>She stood, she stood, all golden in its gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunshine! O miracle! the earth grew glad;<br>Radiant each blade of grass, each living thing.<br>What a huge strength, high hope, proud will I had!<br>All the wide world with rapture seemed to ring.<br>Would she but wed me? YES: then fared we forth<br>Into the vast, unvintageable North.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Muskrat Land the conies leap,<br>The wavies linger in their flight;<br>The jewelled, snakelike rivers creep;<br>The sun, sad rogue, is out all night;<br>The great wood bison paws the sand,<br>In Muskrat Land, in Muskrat Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Muskrat Land dim streams divide<br>The tundras belted by the sky.<br>How sweet in slim canoe to glide,<br>And dream, and let the world go by!<br>Build gay camp-fires on greening strand!<br>In Muskrat Land, in Muskrat Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so we dreamed and drifted, she and I;<br>And how she loved that free, unfathomed life!<br>There in the peach-bloom of the midnight sky,<br>The silence welded us, true man and wife.<br>Then North and North invincibly we pressed<br>Beyond the Circle, to the world's white crest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on the wind-flailed Arctic waste we stayed,<br>Dwelt with the Huskies by the Polar sea.<br>Fur had they, white fox, marten, mink to trade,<br>And we had food-stuff, bacon, flour and tea.<br>So we made snug, chummed up with all the band:<br>Sudden the Winter swooped on Husky Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was that ill so sinister and dread,<br>Smiting the tribe with sickness to the bone?<br>So that we waked one morn to find them fled;<br>So that we stood and stared, alone, alone.<br>Bravely she smiled and looked into my eyes;<br>Laughed at their troubled, stern, foreboding pain;<br>Gaily she mocked the menace of the skies,<br>Turned to our cheery cabin once again,<br>Saying: &quot;'Twill soon be over, dearest one,<br>The long, long night: then O the sun, the sun!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God made a heart of gold, of gold,<br>Shining and sweet and true;<br>Gave it a home of fairest mould,<br>Blest it, and called it -- You.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God gave the rose its grace of glow,<br>And the lark its radiant glee;<br>But, better than all, I know, I know<br>God gave you, Heart, to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was all sunshine in those dubious days;<br>Our cabin beaconed with defiant light;<br>We chattered by the friendly drift-wood blaze;<br>Closer and closer cowered the hag-like night.<br>A wolf-howl would have been a welcome sound,<br>And there was none in all that stricken land;<br>Yet with such silence, darkness, death around,<br>Learned we to love as few can understand.<br>Spirit with spirit fused, and soul with soul,<br>There in the sullen shadow of the Pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was that haunting horror of the night?<br>Brave was she; buoyant, full of sunny cheer.<br>Why was her face so small, so strangely white?<br>Then did I turn from her, heart-sick with fear;<br>Sought in my agony the outcast snows;<br>Prayed in my pain to that insensate sky;<br>Grovelled and sobbed and cursed, and then arose:<br>&quot;Sunshine! O heart of gold! to die! to die!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She died on Christmas day -- it seems so sad<br>That one you love should die on Christmas day.<br>Head-bowed I knelt by her; O God! I had<br>No tears to shed, no moan, no prayer to pray.<br>I heard her whisper: &quot;Call me, will you, dear?<br>They say Death parts, but I won't go away.<br>I will be with you in the cabin here;<br>Oh I will plead with God to let me stay!<br>Stay till the Night is gone, till Spring is nigh,<br>Till sunshine comes . . . be brave . . . I'm tired . . . good-bye. . . .&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For weeks, for months I have not seen the sun;<br>The minatory dawns are leprous pale;<br>The felon days malinger one by one;<br>How like a dream Life is! how vain! how stale!<br>I, too, am faint; that vampire-like disease<br>Has fallen on me; weak and cold am I,<br>Hugging a tiny fire in fear I freeze:<br>The cabin must be cold, and so I try<br>To bear the frost, the frost that fights decay,<br>The frost that keeps her beautiful alway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lies within an icy vault;<br>It glitters like a cave of salt.<br>All marble-pure and angel-sweet<br>With candles at her head and feet,<br>Under an ermine robe she lies.<br>I kiss her hands, I kiss her eyes:<br>&quot;Come back, come back, O Love, I pray,<br>Into this house, this house of clay!<br>Answer my kisses soft and warm;<br>Nestle again within my arm.<br>Come! for I know that you are near;<br>Open your eyes and look, my dear.<br>Just for a moment break the mesh;<br>Back from the spirit leap to flesh.<br>Weary I wait; the night is black;<br>Love of my life, come back, come back!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night maybe I was a little mad,<br>For as I prayed despairful by her side,<br>Such a strange, antic visioning I had:<br>Lo! it did seem her eyes were open wide.<br>Surely I must have dreamed! I stared once more. . . .<br>No, 'twas a candle's trick, a shadow cast.<br>There were her lashes locking as before.<br>(Oh, but it filled me with a joy so vast!)<br>No, 'twas a freak, a fancy of the brain,<br>(Oh, but to-night I'll try again, again!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was no dream; now do I know that Love<br>Leapt from the starry battlements of Death;<br>For in my vigil as I bent above,<br>Calling her name with eager, burning breath,<br>Sudden there came a change: again I saw<br>The radiance of the rose-leaf stain her cheek;<br>Rivers of rapture thrilled in sunny thaw;<br>Cleft were her coral lips as if to speak;<br>Curved were her tender arms as if to cling;<br>Open the flower-like eyes of lucent blue,<br>Looking at me with love so pitying<br>That I could fancy Heaven shining through.<br>&quot;Sunshine,&quot; I faltered, &quot;stay with me, oh, stay!&quot;<br>Yet ere I finished, in a moment's flight,<br>There in her angel purity she lay --<br>Ah! but I know she'll come again to-night.<br>Even as radiant sword leaps from the sheath<br>Soul from the body leaps--we call it Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as this line I write,<br>Do I know that she is near;<br>Happy am I, every night<br>Comes she back to bid me cheer;<br>Kissing her, I hold her fast;<br>Win her into life at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I dream that yesterday<br>On yon mountain ridge a glow<br>Soft as moonstone paled away,<br>Leaving less forlorn the snow?<br>Could it be the sun? Oh, fain<br>Would I see the sun again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, to see a coral dawn<br>Gladden to a crocus glow!<br>Day's a spectre dim and wan,<br>Dancing on the furtive snow;<br>Night's a cloud upon my brain:<br>Oh, to see the sun again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You who find us in this place,<br>Have you pity in your breast;<br>Let us in our last embrace,<br>Under earth sun-hallowed rest.<br>Night's a claw upon my brain:<br>Oh, to see the sun again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun! at last the Sun! I write these lines,<br>Here on my knees, with feeble, fumbling hand.<br>Look! in yon mountain cleft a radiance shines,<br>Gleam of a primrose -- see it thrill, expand,<br>Grow glorious. Dear God be praised! it streams<br>Into the cabin in a gush of gold.<br>Look! there she stands, the angel of my dreams,<br>All in the radiant shimmer aureoled;<br>First as I saw her from my bed of pain;<br>First as I loved her when the darkness passed.<br>Now do I know that Life is not in vain;<br>Now do I know God cares, at last, at last!<br>Light outlives dark, joy grief, and Love's the sum:<br>Heart of my heart! Sunshine! I come . . . I come. . . .</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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Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows;
The mighty skies are palisades of light;
The stars are blurred; the silence grows and grows;
Vaster and vaster vaults the icy night.
Here in my sleeping-bag I cower and pray:
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