<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wayfarers, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place<br> Made fair by one another for a while.<br>Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;<br> The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.<br>Ah! the long road! and you so far away!<br>Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day<br>Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile<br> Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,<br> The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,<br> Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,<br> In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go<br>Together, hand in hand again, out there,<br> Into the waste we know not, into the night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</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=511248" data-title="Wayfarers, The de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I'll remember! but . . . eac..."></div> </div> </div>

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