<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The wounded vulture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A kingly vulture sat alone,<br> Lord of the ruin round,<br> Where Egypt's ancient monuments<br> Upon the desert frowned.<br> <br> A hunter's eager eye had marked<br> The form of that proud bird,<br> And through the voiceless solitude<br> His ringing shot was heard.<br> <br> It rent that vulture's pluméd breast,<br> Aimed with unerring hand,<br> And his life-blood gushed warm and red<br> Upon the yellow sand.<br> <br> No struggle marked the deadly wound,<br> He gave no piercing cry,<br> But calmly spread his giant wings,<br> And sought the upper sky.<br> <br> In vain with swift pursuing shot<br> The hunter seeks his prey,<br> Circling and circling upward still<br> On his majestic way.<br> <br> Up to the blue empyrean<br> He wings his steady flight,<br> Till his receding form is lost<br> In the full flood of light.<br> <br> Oh wounded heart! oh suffering soul!<br> Sit not with folded wing,<br> Where broken dreams and ruined hopes<br> Their mournful shadows fling.<br> <br> Outspread thy pinions like that bird,<br> Take thou the path sublime,<br> Beyond the flying shafts of Fate,<br> Beyond the wounds of Time.<br> <br> Mount upward! brave the clouds and storms!<br> Above life's desert plain<br> There is a calmer, purer air,<br> A heaven thou, too, may'st gain.<br> <br> And as that dim, ascending form<br> Was lost in day's broad light,<br> So shall thine earthly sorrows fade,<br> Lost in the Infinite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115215" data-title="The wounded vulture de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="A kingly vulture sat alone,/ Lord of the ruin round,/ Where Egypt's ancient monuments/ Upon the desert frowned./ / A hunter's eager eye had marked/ The form of that proud bird,/ And through the voiceless solitude/ His ringing shot was heard./ ..."></div> </div> </div>

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