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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out of Pompeii</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 She lay, face downward, on her beaded arm,<br>2 In this her new, sweet dream of human bliss,<br>3 Her heart within her fearful, fluttering, warm,<br>4 Her lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss.<br>5 She did not note the darkening afternoon,<br>6 She did not mark the lowering of the sky<br>7 O'er that great city. Earth had given its boon<br>8 Unto her lips, love touched her and passed by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 In one dread moment all the sky grew dark,<br>10 The hideous rain, the panic, the red rout,<br>11 Where love lost love, and all the world might mark<br>12 The city overwhelmed, blotted out<br>13 Without one cry, so quick oblivion came,<br>14 And life passed to the black where all forget;<br>15 But she,—we know not of her house or name,—<br>16 In love's sweet musings doth lie dreaming yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 The dread hell passed, the ruined world grew still,<br>18 And the great city passed to nothingness:<br>19 The ages went and mankind worked its will.<br>20 Then men stood still amid the centuries' press,<br>21 And in the ash-hid ruins opened bare,<br>22 As she lay down in her shamed loveliness,<br>23 Sculptured and frozen, late they found her there,<br>24 Image of love 'mid all that hideousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 Her head, face downward, on her bended arm,<br>26 Her single robe that showed her shapely form,<br>27 Her wondrous fate love keeps divinely warm<br>28 Over the centuries, past the slaying storm,<br>29 The heart can read in writings time hath left,<br>30 That linger still through death's oblivion;<br>31 And in this waste of life and light bereft,<br>32 She brings again a beauty that had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 And if there be a day when all shall wake,<br>34 As dreams the hoping, doubting human heart,<br>35 The dim forgetfulness of death will break<br>36 For her as one who sleeps with lips apart;<br>37 And did God call her suddenly, I know<br>38 She'd wake as morning wakened by the thrush,<br>39 Feel that red kiss across the centuries glow,<br>40 And make all heaven rosier by her blush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><div class=q>
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