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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The red sun on the lonely lands <br> Gazed, under clouds of rose, <br>As one who under knitted hands <br> Takes one last look and goes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Pain, with her white sister Fear, <br> Crept nearer to my bed: <br>"The sands are running; dost thou hear <br> Thy sobbing heart?" she said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a rider to the gate, <br> And stern and clear spake he: <br>"For meat or drink thou must not wait, <br> But rise and ride with me." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waited not for meat or drink, <br> Or kiss, or farewell kind -- <br>But oh! my heart was sore to think <br> Of friends I left behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We rode o'er hills that seemed to sweep <br> Skyward like swelling waves; <br>The living stirred not in their sleep, <br> The dead slept in their graves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever as we rode I heard <br> A moan of anguish sore -- <br>No voice of man or beast or bird, <br> But all of these and more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Is it the moaning of the Earth? <br> Dark Rider, answer me!" <br>"It is the cry of life at birth" <br> He answered quietly: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But thou canst turn a face of cheer <br> To good days still in store; <br>Thou needst not care for Pain or Fear -- <br> They cannot harm thee more." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I rode on with sullen heart, <br> And said with breaking breath, <br>"If thou art he I think thou art, <br> Then slay me now, O Death!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The veil was from my eyesight drawn -- <br> "Thou knowest now," said he: <br>"I am the Angel of the Dawn! <br> Ride back, and wait for me." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I rode back at morning light, <br> And there, beside my bed, <br>Fear had become a lily white <br> And Pain a rose of red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</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=533781" data-title="The Night Ride de Victor James Daley" data-description="The red sun on the lonely lands Gazed, under clouds of rose, As one who under knitted hands Takes one last look and goes. Then Pain, with her white sister Fear, Crept nearer to my bed: &..."></div> </div> </div>
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