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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moth-Signal (On Egdon Heath)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What are you still, still thinking,<br>He asked in vague surmise,<br>'That you stare at the wick unblinking<br>With those great lost luminous eyes?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, I see a poor moth burning<br>In the candle-flame,' said she,<br>'Its wings and legs are turning<br>To a cinder rapidly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Moths fly in from the heather,'<br>He said, 'now the days decline.'<br>'I know,' said she. 'The weather,<br>I hope, will at last be fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I think,' she added lightly,<br>'I'll look out at the door.<br>The ring the moon wears nightly,<br>May be visible now no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She rose, and, little heeding,<br>Her husband then went on<br>With his attentive reading<br>In the annals of ages gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Outside the house a figure<br>Came from the tumulus near,<br>And speedily waxed bigger,<br>And clasped and called her Dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I saw the pale-winged token<br>You sent through the crack,' sighed she.<br>'That moth is burnt and broken<br>With which you lured out me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'And were I as the moth is<br>It might be better far<br>For one whose marriage troth is<br>Shattered as potsherds are!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then grinned the Ancient Briton<br>From the tumulus treed with pine:<br>'So, hearts are thwartly smitten<br>In these days as in mine!'</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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He asked in vague surmise,
'That you stare at the wick unblinking
With those great lost luminous eyes?'

'O, I see a poor moth burning
In the candle-flame,' said she,
'Its wings and legs are turning
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