<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Camp Within the West</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O DID you see a troop go by <br> Way-weary and oppressed, <br>Dead kisses on the drooping lip <br>And a dead heart in the breast? <br> <br>Yea, I have seen them one by one <br>Way-weary and oppressed, <br>And when I asked them, ‘Whither speed?’ <br>They answered, ‘To the West!’ <br> <br>And were they pale as pale could be— <br>Death-pale with haunted eyes, <br>And did you see the hot white dust <br>Range round their feet and rise? <br> <br>Oh, they were pale as pale could be, <br>And pale as an embered leaf; <br>The hot white dust had risen, but <br>They laid it with their grief. <br> <br>Did no one say the way is long, <br>And crave a little rest? <br>Oh no, they said, ‘The night is nigh, <br>Our camp is in the West!’ <br> <br>And did pain pierce their feet, as though <br>The way with thorns were set, <br>And were they visited by strange <br>Dark angels of regret? <br> <br>Oh yea, and some were mute as death, <br>Though shot by many a dart, <br>With them the salt of inward tears <br>Went stinging through the heart. <br> <br>And how are these wayfarers called, <br>And whither do they wend? <br>The Weary-Hearted—and their road <br>At sunset hath and end. <br> <br>Shed tears for them…Nay, nay, no tears! <br>They yearn for endless rest; <br>Perhaps large stars will burn above <br>Their camp within the West.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509158" data-title="The Camp Within the West de Roderic Quinn" data-description="O DID you see a troop go by Way-weary and oppressed, Dead kisses on the drooping lip And a dead heart in the breast? Yea, I have seen them one by one Way-weary and oppressed, And when I asked them, ‘Whither speed?’ They answered, ‘..."></div> </div> </div>

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