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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He had met hours of the clock he never guessed before-<br>Dumb, dragging, mirthless hours confused with dreams and fear,<br>Bone-chilling, hungry hours when the Gods sleep and snore,<br>Bequeathing earth and heaven to ghosts, and will not hear,<br>And will not hear man groan chained to the sodden ground,<br>Rotting alive; in feather beds they slumbered sound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When noisome smells of day were sicklied by cold night,<br>When sentries froze and muttered; when beyond the wire<br>Blank shadows crawled and tumbled, shaking, tricking the sight,<br>When impotent hatred of Life stifled desire,<br>Then soared the sudden rocket, broke in blanching showers,<br>O lagging watch! O dawn! O hope-forsaken hours!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How often with numbed heart, stale lips, venting his rage<br>We swore he'd be a dolt, a traitor, a damned fool,<br>If, when the guns stopped, ever again from youth to age<br>He broke the early rising, early sleeping rule.<br>No, though more bestial enemies roused a fouler war<br>Never again would he hear this, no never more!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Rise with the cheerful sun, go to bed with the same,<br>Work in your field or kailyard all the shining day,<br>But,' he said, 'never more in quest of wealth, honour, fame,<br>Search the small hours of night before the East goes grey.<br>A healthy mind, an honest heart, a wise man leaves<br>Those ugly impious times to ghosts, devils, soldiers, thieves.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Poor fool, knowing too well deep in his heart<br>That he'll be ready again: if urgent orders come,<br>To quit his rye and cabbages, kiss his wife and part<br>At the first sullen rapping of the awakened drum,<br>Ready once more to sweat with fear and brace for the shock,<br>To greet beneath a falling flare the jests of the clock.</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=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a></strong></div>

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