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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Day In The Castle Of Envy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The castle walls are full of eyes,<br>And not a mouse may creep unseen.<br>All the window slits are spies;<br>And the towers stand sentinel<br>High above the gardens green.<br>Not a lizard lurking close<br>In the brambles of the dell;<br>Not a beetle as he goes,<br>Toiling in the dust, may tell<br>The least secret of his woes<br>To the idle butterflies;<br>Not a privet moth may flit,<br>But the castle looketh wise,<br>But the old king knoweth it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day long the garden gates<br>Open stand for who will in,<br>For the old king loveth well<br>The reek of human loves and hates.<br>Most of all he loveth sin,<br>All that sendeth souls to Hell;<br>All that hath the earthy smell<br>Of a joy that soon shall die.<br>And he sitteth there and saith:<br>``Every creature that hath breath<br>Goeth with the taint of death.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There he waiteth overhead,<br>Spieth out what he may spy,<br>Like an evil--omened gled.<br>From the morning till the night,<br>There is nothing which doth move,<br>There is nothing which can lie<br>Still and hidden out of sight,<br>But he seeth it above,<br>But he feeleth all the pleasure<br>Of its basking in the sun.<br>And his wisdom taketh measure<br>Of the sorrow which shall come<br>When the summer days are done.<br>Life and love are quickly run.<br>So he watcheth silently,<br>Waiting till the end shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There he sitteth at the dawn<br>When the world begins to rouse;<br>And the daisies on the lawn<br>Open wide their stainless eyes;<br>Then he feeleth as in pain<br>For the wrinkles on his brows.<br>He doth envy the sunrise,<br>That it maketh all things gay;<br>And his jealous ear hath heard<br>The first piping of a bird;<br>And he curseth at the day.<br>But his curses are in vain<br>For the world grows young again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the shadow of the rocks,<br>Stealing out and stealing in,<br>Creeps the hungry foot--pad fox,<br>On the wild fowls nestled close.<br>Then a weirdly smile and thin<br>Curleth on his lip and nose,<br>As the red beast winds the flocks.<br>And there is an evil mirth,<br>In the glitter of his eye;<br>For the sun hath warmed the earth,<br>And he seeth something stir<br>In the grass and then awake,<br>Turn and stretch her stealthily;<br>And he hisseth at the snake,<br>As the heat unfoldeth her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There he bideth through the noon,<br>While the pine tops clash together,<br>Till deep silence, like a tune,<br>Wrappeth all the earth and air;<br>And the old king dreamily<br>Noddeth his great heron feather,<br>As he sitteth in his chair.<br>For sleep cometh upon all,<br>Rock and castle, flower and tree;<br>And the turrets wave and quiver;<br>And the battlemented wall<br>Bendeth in the haze of noon,<br>And the fir--cones one by one,<br>Split like thunder in the heat;<br>And the old king hearing it,<br>Saith, ``It is the angry sun.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as noontide slowly wears,<br>From the hollows underneath<br>Solemn ravens cross in pairs,<br>Drop a hollow croak and pass,<br>Which the king, who listeneth,<br>Readeth for the name of Death.<br>And he mocketh at the sound,<br>Croaketh back a croak as hoarse:<br>For he knoweth they are bound<br>To the dell where, on the grass,<br>There is that which was a corse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly a merry noise<br>In the garden makes him glad,<br>For he knoweth well what joys<br>Noise and merriment shall bring.<br>They are children come to tread<br>The young daisies on the head;<br>And he loveth well their play,<br>For they take the butterflies<br>And they tear them wing from wing;<br>And the old king looketh wise<br>At the footstep on the bed,<br>And the broken myrtle spray;<br>And he readeth all the lies<br>Which their innocence shall tell.<br>Well it pleaseth him such eyes<br>Should have learned the speech of Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But at evening, lovers walk<br>Underneath the ilex trees;<br>And the king hath heard their talk,<br>And the vows which they have spoken;<br>And he knoweth too the tale<br>Of the vows which they have broken,<br>And the name and history,<br>And the secret which doth lie<br>Underneath their smiling pale;<br>And the hidden tale of sorrow<br>Of the maiden as she goes,<br>And the pleasures she doth borrow,<br>That her grief may learn to die.<br>And he laugheth at her woes<br>As his red eye reads the scrawl<br>Love once wrote upon the wall,<br>Love grown cold, whose tasting is<br>Like the last lees of a kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus he sitteth till the sun<br>Sendeth out long shadows slant<br>Till the fish--tanks down beneath<br>Hidden lie in vapour dun;<br>And the castle rising gaunt<br>Slowly stretcheth out its limbs,<br>Like a drowsy--headed Hun.<br>But when all is deep in shade,<br>And the broad sun on the sea<br>Lieth on his flaming bed,<br>Twisteth, writheth in agony,<br>Like a wizard fiery clad,<br>Tortured and about to die,<br>Then the old king goeth mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he curseth loud thereat;<br>Curseth at the setting sun;<br>Curseth at the coming night;<br>Curseth at the flitting bat,<br>And the stars which cannot see;<br>Curseth at the pale moonrise,<br>And her solemn mockery<br>Of a daylight which is done;<br>Thinketh, though he should curse the skies,<br>Every hour till night is gone<br>Naught his curses may devise<br>For the pale moon's sorceries,<br>Or the darkness which shall be.<br>This the thought which tortureth him<br>That, for all he watcheth close,<br>Though his eyes be bright alway,<br>And, for all that he is king,<br>All the knowledge of all he knows<br>Telleth not what night may bring,<br>Telleth not what steps may stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he sendeth forth a scout,<br>Biddeth shut the garden gate:<br>And there is a sudden rout<br>Of the children and the lovers<br>Whom the warder's eye discovers<br>In the twilight lurking late,<br>Lovers who are loath to part.<br>But their prayers avail them not,<br>And the maiden's witching pout<br>Cannot melt the warder's heart.<br>Straightway he hath turned them out.<br>For along the castle wall<br>Go the archers stout and tall,<br>And the king, who sitteth still,<br>In the darkness of the tower,<br>Waiteth till the seneschal,<br>With his stalwart serving--men,<br>Bear him out against his will<br>In his chair, while curses shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the banquet he is borne,<br>While the cracked bell tolleth slow.<br>And the king doth beat his breast<br>Slowly to that chime forlorn;<br>Beateth on his beard of snow,<br>First in anger then in jest,<br>First in mirth and then in scorn;<br>Singeth low, ``Ring bravely, bell,<br>For thy voice is loud and dry.<br>Such a tongue as thine is good<br>To out--talk the chimes of Hell.<br>Laugh we bravely, thou and I,<br>While the world is in laughing mood.<br>We may live to laugh its knell.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q>
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And not a mouse may creep unseen.
All the window slits are spies;
And the towers stand sentinel
High above the gardens green.
Not a lizard lurking close
In the brambles of the dell;
Not a beetle as he goes,
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