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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death-Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped<br>Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;<br>Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,<br>Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.<br>Silence and safety; and his mortal shore<br>Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone was holding water to his mouth.<br>He swallowed, unresisting; moaned and dropped<br>Through crimson gloom to darkness; and forgot<br>The opiate throb and ache that was his wound.<br>Water—calm, sliding green above the weir.<br>Water—a sky-lit alley for his boat,<br>Bird- voiced, and bordered with reflected flowers<br>And shaken hues of summer; drifting down,<br>He dipped contented oars, and sighed, and slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,<br>Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve.<br>Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars<br>Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud;<br>Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green,<br>Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain—he could hear it rustling through the dark;<br>Fragrance and passionless music woven as one;<br>Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers<br>That soak the woods; not the harsh rain that sweeps<br>Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,<br>Gently and slowly washing life away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stirred, shifting his body; then the pain<br>Leapt like a prowling beast, and gripped and tore<br>His groping dreams with grinding claws and fangs.<br>But someone was beside him; soon he lay<br>Shuddering because that evil thing had passed.<br>And death, who'd stepped toward him, paused and stared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light many lamps and gather round his bed.<br>Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.<br>Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.<br>He's young; he hated War; how should he die<br>When cruel old campaigners win safe through?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But death replied: 'I choose him.' So he went,<br>And there was silence in the summer night;<br>Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.<br>Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.</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>
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Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.
Silence and safety; and his mortal shore
Lipped by the inward, moonless ..."></div>
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