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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Last Will</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am safely laid away, <br> Out of work and out of play, <br> Sheltered by the kindly ground <br> From the world of sight and sound, <br> One or two of those I leave <br> Will remember me and grieve, <br> Thinking how I made them gay <br> By the things I used to say; <br> -- But the crown of their distress <br> Will be my untidiness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What a nuisance then will be <br> All that shall remain of me! <br> Shelves of books I never read, <br> Piles of bills, undocketed, <br> Shaving-brushes, razors, strops, <br> Bottles that have lost their tops, <br> Boxes full of odds and ends, <br> Letters from departed friends, <br> Faded ties and broken braces <br> Tucked away in secret places, <br> Baggy trousers, ragged coats, <br> Stacks of ancient lecture-notes, <br> And that ghostliest of shows, <br> Boots and shoes in horrid rows. <br> Though they are of cheerful mind, <br> My lovers, whom I leave behind, <br> When they find these in my stead, <br> Will be sorry I am dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They will grieve; but you, my dear, <br> Who have never tasted fear, <br> Brave companion of my youth, <br> Free as air and true as truth, <br> Do not let these weary things <br> Rob you of your junketings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Burn the papers; sell the books; <br> Clear out all the pestered nooks; <br> Make a mighty funeral pyre <br> For the corpse of old desire, <br> Till there shall remain of it <br> Naught but ashes in a pit: <br> And when you have done away <br> All that is of yesterday, <br> If you feel a thrill of pain, <br> Master it, and start again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This, at least, you have never done <br> Since you first beheld the sun: <br> If you came upon your own <br> Blind to light and deaf to tone, <br> Basking in the great release <br> Of unconsciousness and peace, <br> You would never, while you live, <br> Shatter what you cannot give; <br> -- Faithful to the watch you keep, <br> You would never break their sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Clouds will sail and winds will blow <br> As they did an age ago <br> O'er us who lived in little towns <br> Underneath the Berkshire downs. <br> When at heart you shall be sad, <br> Pondering the joys we had, <br> Listen and keep very still. <br> If the lowing from the hill <br> Or the tolling of a bell <br> Do not serve to break the spell, <br> Listen; you may be allowed <br> To hear my laughter from a cloud. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Take the good that life can give <br> For the time you have to live. <br> Friends of yours and friends of mine <br> Surely will not let you pine. <br> Sons and daughters will not spare <br> More than friendly love and care. <br> If the Fates are kind to you, <br> Some will stay to see you through; <br> And the time will not be long <br> Till the silence ends the song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sleep is God's own gift; and man, <br> Snatching all the joys he can, <br> Would not dare to give his voice <br> To reverse his Maker's choice. <br> Brief delight, eternal quiet, <br> How change these for endless riot <br> Broken by a single rest? <br> Well you know that sleep is best. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We that have been heart to heart <br> Fall asleep, and drift apart. <br> Will that overwhelming tide <br> Reunite us, or divide? <br> Whence we come and whither go <br> None can tell us, but I know <br> Passion's self is often marred <br> By a kind of self-regard, <br> And the torture of the cry <br> &quot;You are you, and I am I.&quot; <br> While we live, the waking sense <br> Feeds upon our difference, <br> In our passion and our pride <br> Not united, but allied. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We are severed by the sun, <br> And by darkness are made one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Raleigh">Sir Walter Raleigh</a><div class=q>
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 Out of work and out of play, 
 Sheltered by the kindly ground 
 From the world of sight and sound, 
 One or two of those I leave 
 Will remember me and grieve, 
 Thinking how I made them gay 
 By the things I used to ..."></div>
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