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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Philosopher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough of thought, philosopher!<br> Too long hast thou been dreaming<br>Unlightened, in this chamber drear,<br> While summer's sun is beaming!<br>Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain<br>Concludes thy musings once again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, for the time when I shall sleep<br> Without identity.<br>And never care how rain may steep,<br> Or snow may cover me!<br>No promised heaven, these wild desires<br> Could all, or half fulfil;<br>No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,<br> Subdue this quenchless will!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So said I, and still say the same;<br> Still, to my death, will say—<br>Three gods, within this little frame,<br> Are warring night; and day;<br>Heaven could not hold them all, and yet<br> They all are held in me;<br>And must be mine till I forget<br> My present entity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, for the time, when in my breast<br> Their struggles will be o'er!<br>Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,<br> And never suffer more!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I saw a spirit, standing, man,<br> Where thou dost stand—an hour ago,<br>And round his feet three rivers ran,<br> Of equal depth, and equal flow—<br>A golden stream—and one like blood;<br> And one like sapphire seemed to be;<br>But, where they joined their triple flood<br> It tumbled in an inky sea<br>The spirit sent his dazzling gaze<br> Down through that ocean's gloomy night;<br>Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,<br> The glad deep sparkled wide and bright—<br>White as the sun, far, far more fair<br>Than its divided sources were!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And even for that spirit, seer,<br> I've watched and sought my life-time long;<br>Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air,<br> An endless search, and always wrong.<br>Had I but seen his glorious eye<br> Once light the clouds that 'wilder me;<br>I ne'er had raised this coward cry<br> To cease to think, and cease to be;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I ne'er had called oblivion blest,<br> Nor stretching eager hands to death,<br>Implored to change for senseless rest<br> This sentient soul, this living breath—<br>Oh, let me die—that power and will<br> Their cruel strife may close;<br>And conquered good, and conquering ill<br> Be lost in one repose!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q>
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