<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eros</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when untaught and blind,<br> To the mute stone the pagan bows his knee,<br> Spirit of Love! phantom of my own mind!<br> So have I worshipped thee!<br> <br> When first a laughing child,<br> I gazed on nature with a wondering eye,<br> I learned of her in calm and tempest wild,<br> This thirst for sympathy.<br> <br> I saw the flowers appear,<br> And spread their petals out to meet the sun,<br> The dew-drops on their glistening leaves draw near<br> And mingle into one.<br> <br> And if a harp was stirred<br> By the soft pulses of some wandering sound,<br> Attuned to the same key, then I have heard<br> Its chords untouched respond.<br> <br> Fast through the vaulted sky,<br> Giving no sound or light, when storms were loud,<br> I saw the electric cloud in silence fly, --<br> Seeking its sister cloud.<br> <br> I saw the winds, the sea,<br> And all the hosts of heaven in bright array,<br> Governed by this sweet law of sympathy,<br> Roll on their destined way.<br> <br> And then my spirit pined,<br> And, like the sea-shell for its parent sea,<br> Moaned for those kindred souls it could not find,<br> And panted to be free.<br> <br> And then came wild despair,<br> And laid her palsying hand upon my soul,<br> And her dread ministers were with her there,<br> The dagger and the bowl.<br> <br> Oh God of life and light,<br> Thou who didst stay my hand in that dread hour,<br> Thou who didst save me in that fearful night,<br> Of maddening passion's power!<br> <br> Before thy throne I bow;<br> I tear my worshipped idols from their shrine;<br> I give to thee, though bruised and aching now,<br> This heart, -- oh! make it thine.<br> <br> I've sought to fill in vain<br> Its lonely, silent depths with human love:<br> Help me to cast away each earthly claim<br> And rise to thee above.</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=115226" data-title="Eros de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="As when untaught and blind,/ To the mute stone the pagan bows his knee,/ Spirit of Love! phantom of my own mind!/ So have I worshipped thee!/ / When first a laughing child,/ I gazed on nature with a wondering eye,/ I learned of her in calm and t..."></div> </div> </div>

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