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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Comrade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence <br>To beat your life out in my life's low cage; <br>You strange familiar, nearer than my flesh <br>Yet distant as a star, that were at first <br>A child with me a child, yet elfin-far, <br>And visibly of some unearthly breed; <br>Mirthfullest mate of all my mortal games, <br>Yet shedding on them some evasive gleam <br>Of Latmian loneliness -- O seven then <br>Expert to lift the latch of our low door <br>And profit by the hours when, dusked about <br>By human misintelligence, our first <br>Weak fledgling flights were safeliest essayed; <br>Divine accomplice of those perilous-sweet <br>Low moth-flights of the unadventured soul <br>Above the world's dim garden! -- now we sit, <br>After what stretch of years, what stretch of wings, <br>In the same cage together -- still as near <br>And still as strange! <br>Only I know at last <br>That we are fellows till the last night falls, <br>And that I shall not miss your comrade hands <br>Till they have closed my lids, and by them set <br>A taper that -- who knows! -- may yet shine through. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sister, my comrade, I have ached for you, <br>Sometimes, to see you curb your pace to mine, <br>And bow your Maenad crest to the dull forms <br>Of human usage; I have loosed your hand <br>And whispered: 'Go! Since I am tethered here;' <br>And you have turned, and breathing for reply, <br>'I too am pinioned, as you too are free,' <br>Have caught me to such undreamed distances <br>As the last planets see, when they look forth,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To the sentinel pacings of the outmost stars -- <br>Nor these alone, <br>Comrade, my sister, were your gifts. More oft <br>Has your impalpable wing-brush bared for me <br>The heart of wonder in familiar things, <br>Unroofed dull rooms, and hung above my head <br>The cloudy glimpses of a vernal moon, <br>Or all the autumn heaven ripe with stars. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And you have made a secret pact with Sleep, <br>And when she comes not, or her feet delay, <br>Toiled in low meadows of gray asphodel <br>Under a pale sky where no shadows fall, <br>Then, hooded like her, to my side you steal, <br>And the night grows like a great rumouring sea, <br>And you a boat, and I your passenger, <br>And the tide lifts us with an indrawn breath <br>Out, out upon the murmurs and the scents, <br>Through spray of splintered star-beams, or white rage <br>Of desperate moon-drawn waters -- on and on <br>To some blue ocean immarcescible <br>That ever like a slow-swung mirror rocks <br>The balanced breasts of sea-birds motionless. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet other nights, my sister, you have been <br>The storm, and I the leaf that fled on it <br>Terrifically down voids that never knew <br>The pity of creation -- or have felt <br>The immitigable anguish of a soul <br>Left last in a long-ruined world alone; <br>And then your touch has drawn me back to earth, <br>As in the night, upon an unknown road, <br>A scent of lilac breathing from the hedge <br>Bespeaks the hidden farm, the bedded cows, <br>And safety, and the sense of human kind . . . </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I have climbed with you by hidden ways <br>To meet the dews of morning, and have seen <br>The shy gods like retreating shadows fade, <br>Or on the thymy reaches have surprised <br>Old Chiron sleeping, and have waked him not . . .</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet farther have I fared with you, and known <br>Love and his sacred tremors, and the rites <br>Of his most inward temple; and beyond <br>His temple lights, have seen the long gray waste <br>Where lonely thoughts, like creatures of the night, <br>Listen and wander where a city stood. <br>And creeping down by waterless defiles <br>Under an iron midnight, have I kept <br>My vigil in the waste till dawn began <br>To move among the ruins, and I saw <br>A sapling rooted in a fissured plinth, <br>And a wren's nest in the thunder-threatening hand <br>Of some old god of granite in the dust . . .</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=Edith+Wharton">Edith Wharton</a></strong></div>