Somewhere on this earthly planet
In the dust of flowers that be,
In the dewdrop, in the sunshine,
Sleeps a solemn day for me.
At this wakeful hour of midnight
I behold it dawn in mist,
And I hear a sound of sobbing
Through the darkness,—Hist! oh, hist!
In a dim and musky chamber,
I am breathing life away;
Someone draws a curtain softly,
And I watch the broadening day.
As it purples in the zenith,
As it brightens on the lawn,
There's a hush of death about me,
And a whisper, "He is gone!"
a poem by Henry Timrod
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“Aku benar-benar kecewa padamu, Yang Mulia.” Ellen tersenyum sarkastis, ada pancaran kesedihan dari sorot matanya, “Kemuliaan dan Kejayaan Orient bagi Anda semua.”
Ellen membungkuk, kemudian menyilangkan kakinya dan memberikan hormat terakhirnya sebelum berbal
