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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Something is dead . . .<br>The grace of sunset solitudes, the march<br>Of the solitary moon, the pomp and power<br>Of round on round of shining soldier-stars<br>Patrolling space, the bounties of the sun -<br>Sovran, tremendous, unimaginable -<br>The multitudinous friendliness of the sea,<br>Possess no more--no more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Something is dead . . .<br>The Autumn rain-rot deeper and wider soaks<br>And spreads, the burden of Winter heavier weighs,<br>His melancholy close and closer yet<br>Cleaves, and those incantations of the Spring<br>That made the heart a centre of miracles<br>Grow formal, and the wonder-working bours<br>Arise no more--no more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Something is dead . . .<br>'Tis time to creep in close about the fire<br>And tell grey tales of what we were, and dream<br>Old dreams and faded, and as we may rejoice<br>In the young life that round us leaps and laughs,<br>A fountain in the sunshine, in the pride<br>Of God's best gift that to us twain returns,<br>Dear Heart, no more--no more.</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=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</a></strong></div>