<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538364" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dark Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, when merry winds do blow, <br>And rain makes trees look fresh, <br>An overpowering staleness holds <br>This mortal flesh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though well I love to feel the rain, <br>And be by winds well blown -- <br>The mystery of mortal life <br>Doth press me down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, In this mood, come now what will, <br>Shine Rainbow, Cuckoo call; <br>There is no thing in Heaven or Earth <br>Can lift my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not where this state comes from -- <br>No cause for grief I know; <br>The Earth around is fresh and green, <br>Flowers near me grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit between two fair rose trees; <br>Red roses on my right, <br>And on my left side roses are <br>A lovely white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little birds are full of joy, <br>Lambs bleating all the day; <br>The colt runs after the old mare, <br>And children play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still there comes this dark, dark hour -- <br>Which is not borne of Care; <br>Into my heart it creeps before <br>I am aware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Davies">William Henry Davies</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=538364" data-title="The Dark Hour de William Henry Davies" data-description="And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. Though well I love to feel the rain, And be by winds well blown -- The mystery of mortal life Doth press me down. And, I..."></div> </div> </div>

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