<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow,<br>Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind,<br>But life's last indigence which dares not borrow<br>One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind.<br>The mountains which we loved have grown unkind,<br>Nay, voiceless rather. Neither sound nor speech<br>Is heard among them, nor the thought enshrined<br>Of any deity man's tears may reach.<br>If I should speak, what echo would there come,<br>Of laughters lost, and dead unanswered prayers?<br>The shadow of each valley is a tomb<br>Filled with the dust of manifold despairs.<br>``Here we once lived'': This motto on the door<br>Of silence stands, shut fast for evermore.</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> <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=536329" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow, Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind, But life's last indigence which dares not borrow One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind. The mountains which we loved have grown unkind, Nay, voicele..."></div> </div> </div>

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