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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Shadow of the Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close on the edge of a midsummer dawn<br>In troubled dreams I went from land to land,<br>Each seven-colored like the rainbow's arc,<br>Regions where never fancy's foot had trod<br>Till then; yet all the strangeness seemed not strange,<br>At which I wondered, reasoning in my dream<br>With twofold sense, well knowing that I slept.<br>At last I came to this our cloud-hung earth,<br>And somewhere by the seashore was a grave,<br>A woman's grave, new-made, and heaped with flowers;<br>And near it stood an ancient holy man<br>That fain would comfort me, who sorrowed not<br>For this unknown dead woman at my feet.<br>But I, because his sacred office held<br>My reverence, listened; and 'twas thus he spake:--<br>'When next thou comest thou shalt find her still<br>In all the rare perfection that she was.<br>Thou shalt have gentle greeting of thy love!<br>Her eyelids will have turned to violets,<br>Her bosom to white lilies, and her breath<br>To roses. What is lovely never dies,<br>But passes into other loveliness,<br>Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower, or winged air.<br>If this befalls our poor unworthy flesh,<br>Think thee what destiny awaits the soul!<br>What glorious vesture it shall wear at last!'<br>While yet he spoke, seashore and grave and priest<br>Vanished, and faintly from a neighboring spire<br>Fell five slow solemn strokes upon my ear.<br>Then I awoke with a keen pain at heart,<br>A sense of swift unutterable loss,<br>And through the darkness reached my hand to touch<br>Her cheek, soft-pillowed on one restful palm--<br>To be quite sure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a><div class=q>
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In troubled dreams I went from land to land,
Each seven-colored like the rainbow's arc,
Regions where never fancy's foot had trod
Till then; yet all the strangeness seemed not strange,
At which I wondered, rea..."></div>
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