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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night Journey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;<br> The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.<br>Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,<br> Night, smoky-scarv'd, with thousand coloured eyes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Glares the imperious mystery of the way.<br> Thirsty for dark, you feel the long-limbed train<br>Throb, stretch, thrill motion, slide, pull out and sway,<br> Strain for the far, pause, draw to strength again. . . .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As a man, caught by some great hour, will rise,<br> Slow-limbed, to meet the light or find his love;<br>And, breathing long, with staring sightless eyes,<br> Hands out, head back, agape and silent, move</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sure as a flood, smooth as a vast wind blowing;<br> And, gathering power and purpose as he goes,<br>Unstumbling, unreluctant, strong, unknowing,<br> Borne by a will not his, that lifts, that grows,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sweep out to darkness, triumphing in his goal,<br> Out of the fire, out of the little room. . . .<br>- There is an end appointed, O my soul!<br> Crimson and green the signals burn; the gloom</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is hung with steam's far-blowing livid streamers.<br> Lost into God, as lights in light, we fly,<br>Grown one with will, end-drunken huddled dreamers.<br> The white lights roar. The sounds of the world die.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And lips and laughter are forgotten things.<br> Speed sharpens; grows. Into the night, and on,<br>The strength and splendour of our purpose swings.<br> The lamps fade; and the stars. We are alone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a></strong></div>

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