<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dead Joys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moan on with thy loud changeless wail,<br>Desolate sea,<br>Grinding thy pebbles into thankless sand.<br>Oh, could I lash my angry heart like thee<br>Until it broke upon an iron land,<br>The very rocks should tremble and turn pale<br>To be the witness of my agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce wind, the sob of thy dull pitiless voice<br>Is thick with snow.<br>Hiss out thy tale into my ice--bound ear<br>In sleety whispers, for full well I know<br>That in thy wanderings thou hast seen my joys,<br>My young joys, dead in some far hemisphere,<br>A land of blackness and colossal woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naked they lay, my shipwrecked mariners,<br>Upon the shore.<br>The low moon pointed her long fingers, red<br>As a murderer's hand, between their prison bars<br>In the ribbed wreck, which hungry ocean tore<br>At the first spring--tide to reclaim the dead<br>And hide them in his jaws for evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, thou silence, what sad death they died,<br>Poor castaways!<br>What wolfish eyes were on each other there,<br>When they had eaten all that hunger stays,<br>And thirst no longer could be quenched with pride!<br>Didst thou not see their teeth grow white and bare,<br>Grinding a savage thought for many days,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until they fell upon their own red hearts?<br>Thou didst not see,<br>Or Thou hadst surely had some pity, God,<br>When they crept gnawing to the vital parts,<br>My joys, which I had nursed so tenderly<br>In the very cradle of my love's abode.<br>Or art Thou pitiless as wind or sea?</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=536385" data-title="Dead Joys de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Moan on with thy loud changeless wail, Desolate sea, Grinding thy pebbles into thankless sand. Oh, could I lash my angry heart like thee Until it broke upon an iron land, The very rocks should tremble and turn pale To be the witness of my agony. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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