<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Falling Asleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voices moving about in the quiet house: <br>Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: <br>Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out in the night there’s autumn-smelling gloom <br>Crowded with whispering trees; across the park<br>A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells: <br>And I know that the clouds are moving across the moon; <br>The low, red, rising moon. Now herons call <br>And wrangle by their pool; and hooting owls <br>Sail from the wood above pale stooks of oats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these; <br>And where to-day was dream-like, build my dreams. <br>Music ... there was a bright white room below, <br>And someone singing a song about a soldier, <br>One hour, two hours ago: and soon the song<br>Will be ‘last night’: but now the beauty swings <br>Across my brain, ghost of remembered chords <br>Which still can make such radiance in my dream <br>That I can watch the marching of my soldiers, <br>And count their faces; faces; sunlit faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Falling asleep ... the herons, and the hounds.... <br>September in the darkness; and the world <br>I’ve known; all fading past me into peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</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=518943" data-title="Falling Asleep de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert. Out in the night there’s autumn-smelling gloom Crowded with whispering trees; across the park A hollow cry of..."></div> </div> </div>

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