<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">St. Margaret's bells,<br>Quiring their innocent, old-world canticles,<br>Sing in the storied air,<br>All rosy-and-golden, as with memories<br>Of woods at evensong, and sands and seas<br>Disconsolate for that the night is nigh.<br>O, the low, lingering lights! The large last gleam<br>(Hark! how those brazen choristers cry and call!)<br>Touching these solemn ancientries, and there,<br>The silent River ranging tide-mark high<br>And the callow, grey-faced Hospital,<br>With the strange glimmer and glamour of a dream!<br>The Sabbath peace is in the slumbrous trees,<br>And from the wistful, the fast-widowing sky<br>(Hark! how those plangent comforters call and cry!)<br>Falls as in August plots late roseleaves fall.<br>The sober Sabbath stir -<br>Leisurely voices, desultory feet! -<br>Comes from the dry, dust-coloured street,<br>Where in their summer frocks the girls go by,<br>And sweethearts lean and loiter and confer,<br>Just as they did an hundred years ago,<br>Just as an hundred years to come they will:-<br>When you and I, Dear Love, lie lost and low,<br>And sweet-throats none our welkin shall fulfil,<br>Nor any sunset fade serene and slow;<br>But, being dead, we shall not grieve to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</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=538174" data-title="Grave de William Ernest Henley" data-description="St. Margaret's bells, Quiring their innocent, old-world canticles, Sing in the storied air, All rosy-and-golden, as with memories Of woods at evensong, and sands and seas Disconsolate for that the night is nigh. O, the low, lingering lights! The l..."></div> </div> </div>

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