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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At First. To Charlotte Cushman.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My crippled sense fares bow'd along<br> His uncompanioned way,<br>And wronged by death pays life with wrong<br>And I wake by night and dream by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Morning seems but fatigued Night<br> That hath wept his visage pale,<br>And the healthy mark 'twixt dark and light<br>In sickly sameness out doth fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the woods stare strange, and the wind is dumb,<br> -- O Wind, pray talk again --<br>And the Hand of the Frost spreads stark and numb<br>As Death's on the deadened window-pane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still dumb, thou Wind, old voluble friend?<br> And the middle of the day is cold,<br>And the heart of eve beats lax i' the end<br>As a legend's climax poorly told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh vain the up-straining of the hands<br> In the chamber late at night,<br>Oh vain the complainings, the hot demands,<br>The prayers for a sound, the tears for a sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word from over the starry line,<br> No motion felt in the dark,<br>And never a day gives ever a sign<br>Or a dream sets seal with palpable mark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And O my God, how slight it were,<br> How nothing, thou All! to thee,<br>That a kiss or a whisper might fall from her<br>Down by the way of Time to me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or some least grace of the body of love,<br> -- Mere wafture of floating-by,<br>Mere sense of unseen smiling above,<br>Mere hint sincere of a large blue eye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mere dim receipt of sad delight<br> From Nearness warm in the air,<br>What time with the passing of the night<br>She also passed, somehow, somewhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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 His uncompanioned way,
And wronged by death pays life with wrong
And I wake by night and dream by day.

And the Morning seems but fatigued Night
 That hath wept his visage pale,
And the healthy mark 'twixt dark..."></div>
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