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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man And The Echo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN a cleft that's christened Alt<br>Under broken stone I halt<br>At the bottom of a pit<br>That broad noon has never lit,<br>And shout a secret to the stone.<br>All that I have said and done,<br>Now that I am old and ill,<br>Turns into a question till<br>I lie awake night after night<br>And never get the answers right.<br>Did that play of mine send out<br>Certain men the English shot?<br>Did words of mine put too great strain<br>On that woman's reeling brain?<br>Could my spoken words have checked<br>That whereby a house lay wrecked?<br>And all seems evil until I<br>Sleepless would lie down and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Echo</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lie down and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That were to shirk<br>The spiritual intellect's great work,<br>And shirk it in vain. There is no release<br>In a bodkin or disease,<br>Nor can there be work so great<br>As that which cleans man's dirty slate.<br>While man can still his body keep<br>Wine or love drug him to sleep,<br>Waking he thanks the Lord that he<br>Has body and its stupidity,<br>But body gone he sleeps no more,<br>And till his intellect grows sure<br>That all's arranged in one clear view,<br>pursues the thoughts that I pursue,<br>Then stands in judgment on his soul,<br>And, all work done, dismisses all<br>Out of intellect and sight<br>And sinks at last into the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Echo<br>Into the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Rocky Voice,<br>Shall we in that great night rejoice?<br>What do we know but that we face<br>One another in this place?<br>But hush, for I have lost the theme,<br>Its joy or night-seem but a dream;<br>Up there some hawk or owl has struck,<br>Dropping out of sky or rock,<br>A stricken rabbit is crying out,<br>And its cry distracts my thought.</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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IN a cleft that's christened Alt
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,
And shout a secret to the stone.
All that I have said and done,
Now that I am old and ill,
Turns into a question till
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