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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!<br>Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:<br>Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;<br>The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,<br>Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;<br>And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old<br>In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,<br>Sing in their high and lonely melody.<br>Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,<br>I find under the boughs of love and hate,<br>In all poor foolish things that live a day,<br>Eternal beauty wandering on her way.<br>Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still<br>A little space for the rose-breath to fill!<br>Lest I no more bear common things that crave;<br>The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,<br>The field-mouse running by me in the grass,<br>And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;<br>But seek alone to hear the strange things said<br>By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,<br>And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.<br>Come near; I would, before my time to go,<br>Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:<br>Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.</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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Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, ..."></div>
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