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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where art thou, thou lost face,<br>Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth<br>At these new years which seemed too sad to be?<br>Where art thou fled which for a minute's space<br>Shut out the world and wert my world to me?<br>And now a corner of this idle Earth,<br>A broken shadow by the day forgot,<br>Is wide enough to be thy hiding place,<br>And thou art shrunk away and needest not<br>The darkness of this night to cover thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where art thou hidden? In the boundless air<br>My hands go forth to thee, and search and feel<br>As through the universe. I hold the night<br>Caught in my arms, and yet thou art not there.<br>Where art thou? What if I should strike a light<br>So suddenly that thou couldst never steal<br>Back to thy shadows? What if I should find<br>Thee standing close to me with all thy hair<br>Trailing about me and thine eyes grown blind<br>With looking at me vainly through the night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are three rings upon thy hand to--night,<br>One with a sapphire stone, and one there is<br>Coiled like a snake, and one on which my name<br>Is written in strange gems. By this dim light<br>I cannot read if it be writ the same.<br>See, I have worn no other ring but this!<br>Why dost thou look at it with eyes estranged?<br>Is it not thine?--Ah, God! Thou readest right!<br>And it is changed, and thou and I are changed,<br>And I have written there another name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh happiness, how has it slipped away!<br>We, who once lived and held it in our hand!<br>What is the rest that these new years can bring?<br>Did we not love it in our love's to--day,<br>And pleasure which was so divine a thing,<br>The sweetest and most strange to understand?<br>And that is why it left regret behind,<br>As though a wild bird suddenly should stay<br>A moment at our side and we should find<br>When we looked up that it had taken wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, hast thou forgotten how to love?<br>Hast thou no kissing in thy lips? Thy tongue,<br>Has it no secret whisper for my ear?<br>I have been watching thee to see thee move<br>A little closer to my side in fear<br>Of the long night. Oh, there is room among<br>The pillows for thy head if thou wouldst sleep!<br>And thou art cold, and I would wrap my love<br>To my warm breast and so my vigil keep<br>And be alone with darkness and with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou standest with thy hand upon my heart,<br>As once thou used to stand, to feel it beat.<br>Doth it beat calmer now than in those days?<br>Thy foolish finger--tips will leave a smart,<br>If they so press upon my side. Thy gaze<br>Is burning me. Oh speak a word and cheat<br>This darkness into pain, if pain must be,<br>And wake me back to sorrow with a start,<br>For I am weary of the night and thee<br>And thy strange silence and thy stranger face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canst thou not speak? Thy tale was but begun.<br>How can I answer thee a tale untold?<br>Whisper it quick before the morning break.<br>How loud thou weepest! Listen, there is one<br>Dreaming beside me who must not awake.<br>Close in my ear !--Ah! child, thy lips are cold,<br>Because thou art forsaken.--Misery!<br>Is there not room enough beneath the sun<br>For her, and thee, and me?</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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Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth
At these new years which seemed too sad to be?
Where art thou fled which for a minute's space
Shut out the world and wert my world to me?
And now a corner of this idle Ea..."></div>
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