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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Rose Up As My Custom Is</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rose up as my custom is<br>On the eve of All-Souls' day,<br>And left my grave for an hour or so<br>To call on those I used to know<br>Before I passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I visited my former Love<br>As she lay by her husband's side;<br>I asked her if life pleased her, now<br>She was rid of a poet wrung in brow,<br>And crazed with the ills he eyed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who used to drag her here and there<br>Wherever his fancies led,<br>And point out pale phantasmal things,<br>And talk of vain vague purposings<br>That she discredited.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was quite civil, and replied,<br>'Old comrade, is that you?<br>Well, on the whole, I like my life. -<br>I know I swore I'd be no wife,<br>But what was I to do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You see, of all men for my sex<br>A poet is the worst;<br>Women are practical, and they<br>Crave the wherewith to pay their way,<br>And slake their social thirst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You were a poet - quite the ideal<br>That we all love awhile:<br>But look at this man snoring here -<br>He's no romantic chanticleer,<br>Yet keeps me in good style.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He makes no quest into my thoughts,<br>But a poet wants to know<br>What one has felt from earliest days,<br>Why one thought not in other ways,<br>And one's Loves of long ago.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her words benumbed my fond frail ghost;<br>The nightmares neighed from their stalls,<br>The vampires screeched, the harpies flew,<br>And under the dim dawn I withdrew<br>To Death's inviolate halls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q>
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On the eve of All-Souls' day,
And left my grave for an hour or so
To call on those I used to know
Before I passed away.

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