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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I my steps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I my steps<br>Along the grated streets<br>Of sweet Valletta I retraced<br>I passed from street to street<br>And I me thought that I could find<br>The dwelling where you lived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For me those streets familiar quite<br>Became as dearer and dearer<br>As I from city street to street<br>My steps retraced their bearer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye! Aye! The streets became as dearer<br>And beautiful more than I had seen<br>For years and years before: <br>The pregnant windows frowning black<br>Unmoving ghosts in city pent<br>I wandered quite what did they hide<br>Behind their closed doors: <br>The small quaint front doors in the street<br>A few light inches the cobble stones above<br>With memories faint and dim <br>And with fast-fretting hither and thither<br>The hazy residents of those small abodes <br>Hid from my anxious questioning sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I passed along the street<br>A chimney high I saw smiling with glee<br>As it played child-like with white passing clouds<br>Above the warm sun shone on the old stones<br>That dreamt and dreamt and dreamt of years untold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye! Aye! The city old<br>Above the harbor glideth<br>In my warm dreams: <br>The sailing clouds<br>Above the trees<br>In the small garden passing: <br>The green leaves<br>In their high towers <br>With each to each<br>In their wild love-making<br>To each and each are rustling: <br>The citizens in city streets<br>With hurried steps are passing.<br>And whither do they pass<br>And thither do they go? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent steps<br>In the small sullen street<br>I start descending<br>As if some thief to catch<br>That in some city nook<br>From me is hiding: <br>A lazy cat<br>Watches with half-open’d eye: <br>Little beyond<br>The stench of its urine<br>Drown’d by the sweet sense<br>Of roses pent in mortar cask<br>And hanging from the city wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! Time is passing<br>In this sweet silent city of my dreams: <br>Let me allow it pass<br>Into the ocean sea-blue<br>That in midst of it<br>Like as in lover’s arms<br>My senses and myself will sink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will not speak<br>And I will not sing<br>If not my lyre speaks<br>If not my lyre sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emmanuel+George+Cefai">Emmanuel George Cefai</a><div class=q>
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Along the grated streets
Of sweet Valletta I retraced
I passed from street to street
And I me thought that I could find
The dwelling where you lived.

For me those streets familiar quite
Became as dearer and dearer
As I from city str..."></div>
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