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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All Souls' Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Epilogue to 'A Vision'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell<br>And may a lesser bell sound through the room;<br>And it is All Souls' Night,<br>And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel<br>Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come;<br>For it is a ghost's right,<br>His element is so fine<br>Being sharpened by his death,<br>To drink from the wine-breath<br>While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.<br>I need some mind that, if the cannon sound<br>From every quarter of the world, can stay<br>Wound in mind's pondering<br>As mummies in the mummy-cloth are wound;<br>Because I have a marvellous thing to say,<br>A certain marvellous thing<br>None but the living mock,<br>Though not for sober ear;<br>It may be all that hear<br>Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock.<br>Horton's the first I call. He loved strange thought<br>And knew that sweet extremity of pride<br>That's called platonic love,<br>And that to such a pitch of passion wrought<br>Nothing could bring him, when his lady died,<br>Anodyne for his love.<br>Words were but wasted breath;<br>One dear hope had he:<br>The inclemency<br>Of that or the next winter would be death.<br>Two thoughts were so mixed up I could not tell<br>Whether of her or God he thought the most,<br>But think that his mind's eye,<br>When upward turned, on one sole image fell;<br>And that a slight companionable ghost,<br>Wild with divinity,<br>Had so lit up the whole<br>Immense miraculous house<br>The Bible promised us,<br>It seemed a gold-fish swimming in a bowl.<br>On Florence Emery I call the next,<br>Who finding the first wrinkles on a face<br>Admired and beautiful,<br>And knowing that the future would be vexed<br>With 'minished beauty, multiplied commonplace,<br>preferred to teach a school<br>Away from neighbour or friend,<br>Among dark skins, and there<br>permit foul years to wear<br>Hidden from eyesight to the unnoticed end.<br>Before that end much had she ravelled out<br>From a discourse in figurative speech<br>By some learned Indian<br>On the soul's journey. How it is whirled about,<br>Wherever the orbit of the moon can reach,<br>Until it plunge into the sun;<br>And there, free and yet fast,<br>Being both Chance and Choice,<br>Forget its broken toys<br>And sink into its own delight at last.<br>And I call up MacGregor from the grave,<br>For in my first hard springtime we were friends.<br>Although of late estranged.<br>I thought him half a lunatic, half knave,<br>And told him so, but friendship never ends;<br>And what if mind seem changed,<br>And it seem changed with the mind,<br>When thoughts rise up unbid<br>On generous things that he did<br>And I grow half contented to be blind!<br>He had much industry at setting out,<br>Much boisterous courage, before loneliness<br>Had driven him crazed;<br>For meditations upon unknown thought<br>Make human intercourse grow less and less;<br>They are neither paid nor praised.<br>but he d object to the host,<br>The glass because my glass;<br>A ghost-lover he was<br>And may have grown more arrogant being a ghost.<br>But names are nothing. What matter who it be,<br>So that his elements have grown so fine<br>The fume of muscatel<br>Can give his sharpened palate ecstasy<br>No living man can drink from the whole wine.<br>I have mummy truths to tell<br>Whereat the living mock,<br>Though not for sober ear,<br>For maybe all that hear<br>Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock.<br>Such thought -- such thought have I that hold it tight<br>Till meditation master all its parts,<br>Nothing can stay my glance<br>Until that glance run in the world's despite<br>To where the damned have howled away their hearts,<br>And where the blessed dance;<br>Such thought, that in it bound<br>I need no other thing,<br>Wound in mind's wandering<br>As mummies in the mummy-cloth are wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
And it is All Souls' Night,
And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel
Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come;
For it is a g..."></div>
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