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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508742" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dreamer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold,<br>His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days;<br>But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold<br>All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze.<br>The evening sky was sinister and cold;<br>The willows shivered, wanly lay the snow;<br>The uncommiserating land, so old,<br>So worn, so grey, so niggard in its woe,<br>Peered through its ragged shroud. The lone man sighed,<br>Poured back the gaudy dust into its poke,<br>Gazed at the seething river listless-eyed,<br>Loaded his corn-cob pipe as if to smoke;<br>Then crushed with weariness and hardship crept<br>Into his ragged robe, and swiftly slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hour after hour went by; a shadow slipped<br>From vasts of shadow to the camp-fire flame;<br>Gripping a rifle with a deadly aim,<br>A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sleeper dreamed, and lo! this was his dream:<br>He rode a streaming horse across a moor.<br>Sudden 'mid pit-black night a lightning gleam<br>Showed him a way-side inn, forlorn and poor.<br>A sullen host unbarred the creaking door,<br>And led him to a dim and dreary room;<br>Wherein he sat and poked the fire a-roar,<br>So that weird shadows jigged athwart the gloom.<br>He ordered wine. 'Od's blood! but he was tired.<br>What matter! Charles was crushed and George was King;<br>His party high in power; how he aspired!<br>Red guineas packed his purse, too tight to ring.<br>The fire-light gleamed upon his silken hose,<br>His silver buckles and his powdered wig.<br>What ho! more wine! He drank, he slowly rose.<br>What made the shadows dance that madcap jig?<br>He clutched the candle, steered his way to bed,<br>And in a trice was sleeping like the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the room there crept, so shadow soft,<br>His sullen host, with naked knife a-gleam,<br>(A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes.) . . .<br>And as he lay, the sleeper dreamed a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in a ruder land, a wilder day.<br>A rival princeling sat upon his throne,<br>Within a dungeon, dark and foul he lay,<br>With chains that bit and festered to the bone.<br>They haled him harshly to a vaulted room,<br>Where One gazed on him with malignant eye;<br>And in that devil-face he read his doom,<br>Knowing that ere the dawn-light he must die.<br>Well, he was sorrow-glutted; let them bring<br>Their prize assassins to the bloody work.<br>His kingdom lost, yet would he die a King,<br>Fearless and proud, as when he faced the Turk.<br>Ah God! the glory of that great Crusade!<br>The bannered pomp, the gleam, the splendid urge!<br>The crash of reeking combat, blade to blade!<br>The reeling ranks, blood-avid and a-surge!<br>For long he thought; then feeling o'er him creep<br>Vast weariness, he fell into a sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cell door opened; soft the headsman came,<br>Within his hand a mighty axe a-gleam,<br>(A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes,) . . .<br>And as he lay, the sleeper dreamed a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in a land unkempt of life's red dawn;<br>Where in his sanded cave he dwelt alone;<br>Sleeping by day, or sometimes worked upon<br>His flint-head arrows and his knives of stone;<br>By night stole forth and slew the savage boar,<br>So that he loomed a hunter of loud fame,<br>And many a skin of wolf and wild-cat wore,<br>And counted many a flint-head to his name;<br>Wherefore he walked the envy of the band,<br>Hated and feared, but matchless in his skill.<br>Till lo! one night deep in that shaggy land,<br>He tracked a yearling bear and made his kill;<br>Then over-worn he rested by a stream,<br>And sank into a sleep too deep for dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hunting his food a rival caveman crept<br>Through those dark woods, and marked him where he lay;<br>Cowered and crawled upon him as he slept,<br>Poising a mighty stone aloft to slay --<br>(A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes.) . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great stone crashed. The Dreamer shrieked and woke,<br>And saw, fear-blinded, in his dripping cell,<br>A gaunt and hairy man, who with one stroke<br>Swung a great ax of steel that flashed and fell . . .<br>So that he woke amid his bedroom gloom,<br>And saw, hair-poised, a naked, thirsting knife,<br>A gaunt and hairy man with eyes of doom --<br>And then the blade plunged down to drink his life . . .<br>So that he woke, wrenched back his robe, and looked,<br>And saw beside his dying fire upstart<br>A gaunt and hairy man with finger crooked --<br>A rifle rang, a bullet searched his heart . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning sky was sinister and cold.<br>Grotesque the Dreamer sprawled, and did not rise.<br>For long and long there gazed upon some gold<br>A gaunt and hairy man with wolfish eyes.</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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His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days;
But now how sweet, how doubly sweet to hold
All gay and gleamy to the campfire blaze.
The evening sky was sinister and cold;
The willows shivered, wanly lay ..."></div>
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