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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529695" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The To-Be-Forgotten</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>I heard a small sad sound,<br>And stood awhile among the tombs around:<br>"Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are you distrest,<br>Now, screened from life's unrest?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>--"O not at being here;<br>But that our future second death is near;<br>When, with the living, memory of us numbs,<br>And blank oblivion comes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>"These, our sped ancestry,<br>Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;<br>Nor shape nor thought of theirs can you descry<br>With keenest backward eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>"They count as quite forgot;<br>They are as men who have existed not;<br>Theirs is a loss past loss of fitful breath;<br>It is the second death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V<br>"We here, as yet, each day<br>Are blest with dear recall; as yet, can say<br>We hold in some soul loved continuance<br>Of shape and voice and glance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI<br>"But what has been will be --<br>First memory, then oblivion's swallowing sea;<br>Like men foregone, shall we merge into those<br>Whose story no one knows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII<br>"For which of us could hope<br>To show in life that world-awakening scope<br>Granted the few whose memory none lets die,<br>But all men magnify?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII<br>"We were but Fortune's sport;<br>Things true, things lovely, things of good report<br>We neither shunned nor sought ... We see our bourne,<br>And seeing it we mourn."</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529695" data-title="The To-Be-Forgotten de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are you distrest, Now, screened from life's unrest?" II --"O not at being here; But that our future second death is ..."></div> </div> </div>
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