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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dream of Eugene Aram</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in the prime of summer-time <br>An evening calm and cool, <br>And four-and-twenty happy boys <br>Came bounding out of school: <br>There were some that ran and some that leapt, <br>Like troutlets in a pool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away they sped with gamesome minds, <br>And souls untouched by sin; <br>To a level mead they came, and there <br>They drave the wickets in: <br>Pleasantly shone the setting sun <br>Over the town of Lynn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like sportive deer they coursed about, <br>And shouted as they ran,-- <br>Turning to mirth all things of earth, <br>As only boyhood can; <br>But the Usher sat remote from all, <br>A melancholy man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hat was off, his vest apart, <br>To catch heaven's blessed breeze; <br>For a burning thought was in his brow, <br>And his bosom ill at ease: <br>So he leaned his head on his hands, and read <br>The book upon his knees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaf after leaf he turned it o'er <br>Nor ever glanced aside, <br>For the peace of his soul he read that book <br>In the golden eventide: <br>Much study had made him very lean, <br>And pale, and leaden-eyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last he shut the pond'rous tome, <br>With a fast and fervent grasp <br>He strained the dusky covers close, <br>And fixed the brazen hasp; <br>"Oh, God! could I so close my mind, <br>And clasp it with a clasp!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then leaping on his feet upright, <br>Some moody turns he took,-- <br>Now up the mead, then down the mead, <br>And past a shady nook,-- <br>And lo! he saw a little boy <br>That pored upon a book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My gentle lad, what is't you read -- <br>Romance or fairy fable? <br>Or is it some historic page, <br>Of kings and crowns unstable?" <br>The young boy gave an upward glance,-- <br>"It is 'The Death of Abel.'"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Usher took six hasty strides, <br>As smit with sudden pain, -- <br>Six hasty strides beyond the place, <br>Then slowly back again; <br>And down he sat beside the lad, <br>And talked with him of Cain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, long since then, of bloody men, <br>Whose deeds tradition saves; <br>Of lonely folks cut off unseen, <br>And hid in sudden graves; <br>Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, <br>And murders done in caves;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how the sprites of injured men <br>Shriek upward from the sod. -- <br>Ay, how the ghostly hand will point <br>To show the burial clod: <br>And unknown facts of guilty acts <br>Are seen in dreams from God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told how murderers walk the earth <br>Beneath the curse of Cain, -- <br>With crimson clouds before their eyes, <br>And flames about their brain: <br>For blood has left upon their souls <br>Its everlasting stain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And well," quoth he, "I know for truth, <br>Their pangs must be extreme, -- <br>Woe, woe, unutterable woe, -- <br>Who spill life's sacred stream! <br>For why, Methought last night I wrought <br>A murder, in a dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One that had never done me wrong -- <br>A feeble man and old; <br>I led him to a lonely field, <br>The moon shone clear and cold: <br>Now here, said I, this man shall die, <br>And I will have his gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, <br>And one with a heavy stone, <br>One hurried gash with a hasty knife, -- <br>And then the deed was done: <br>There was nothing lying at my foot <br>But lifeless flesh and bone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, <br>That could not do me ill; <br>And yet I feared him all the more, <br>For lying there so still: <br>There was a manhood in his look, <br>That murder could not kill!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And lo! the universal air <br>Seemed lit with ghastly flame; <br>Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes <br>Were looking down in blame: <br>I took the dead man by his hand, <br>And called upon his name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O God! it made me quake to see <br>Such sense within the slain! <br>But when I touched the lifeless clay, <br>The blood gushed out amain! <br>For every clot, a burning spot <br>Was scorching in my brain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My head was like an ardent coal, <br>My heart as solid ice; <br>My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, <br>Was at the Devil's price: <br>A dozen times I groaned: the dead <br>Had never groaned but twice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And now, from forth the frowning sky, <br>From the Heaven's topmost height, <br>I heard a voice -- the awful voice <br>Of the blood-avenging sprite -- <br>'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead <br>And hide it from my sight!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I took the dreary body up, <br>And cast it in a stream, -- <br>A sluggish water, black as ink, <br>The depth was so extreme: <br>My gentle boy, remember this <br>Is nothing but a dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, <br>And vanished in the pool; <br>Anon I cleansed my bloody hands, <br>And washed my forehead cool, <br>And sat among the urchins young, <br>That evening in the school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, Heaven! to think of their white souls, <br>And mine so black and grim! <br>I could not share in childish prayer, <br>Nor join in Evening Hymn: <br>Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed, <br>'Mid holy Cherubim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And peace went with them, one and all, <br>And each calm pillow spread; <br>But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain <br>That lighted me to bed; <br>And drew my midnight curtains round <br>With fingers bloody red!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"All night I lay in agony, <br>In anguish dark and deep, <br>My fevered eyes I dared not close, <br>But stared aghast at Sleep: <br>For Sin had rendered unto her <br>The keys of Hell to keep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"All night I lay in agony, <br>From weary chime to chime, <br>With one besetting horrid hint, <br>That racked me all the time; <br>A mighty yearning, like the first <br>Fierce impulse unto crime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"One stern, tyrannic thought, that made <br>All other thoughts its slave; <br>Stronger and stronger every pulse <br>Did that temptation crave, -- <br>Still urging me to go and see <br>The Dead Man in his grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Heavily I rose up, as soon <br>As light was in the sky, <br>And sought the black accursèd pool <br>With a wild misgiving eye: <br>And I saw the Dead in the river-bed, <br>For the faithless stream was dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Merrily rose the lark, and shook <br>The dewdrop from its wing; <br>But I never marked its morning flight, <br>I never heard it sing: <br>For I was stooping once again <br>Under the horrid thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, <br>I took him up and ran; <br>There was no time to dig a grave <br>Before the day began: <br>In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, <br>I hid the murdered man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And all that day I read in school, <br>But my thought was otherwhere; <br>As soon as the midday task was done, <br>In secret I went there: <br>And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, <br>And still the corpse was bare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Then down I cast me on my face, <br>And first began to weep, <br>For I knew my secret then was one <br>That earth refused to keep: <br>Or land, or sea, though he should be <br>Ten thousand fathoms deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, <br>Till blood for blood atones! <br>Ay, though he's buried in a cave, <br>And trodden down with stones, <br>And years have rotted off his flesh, -- <br>The world shall see his bones!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh God! that horrid, horrid dream <br>Besets me now awake! <br>Again--again, with dizzy brain, <br>The human life I take: <br>And my red right hand grows raging hot, <br>Like Cranmer's at the stake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And still no peace for the restless clay, <br>Will wave or mould allow; <br>The horrid thing pursues my soul -- <br>It stands before me now!" <br>The fearful Boy looked up, and saw <br>Huge drops upon his brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That very night while gentle sleep <br>The urchin's eyelids kissed, <br>Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, <br>Through the cold and heavy mist; <br>And Eugene Aram walked between, <br>With gyves upon his wrist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</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=529807" data-title="The Dream of Eugene Aram de Thomas Hood" data-description="'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. 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