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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Plead for Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now,<br>When Reason, with a scornful brow,<br>Is mocking at my overthrow!<br>Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me<br>And tell why I have chosen thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stern Reason is to judgement come,<br>Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:<br>Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?<br>No, radiant angel, speak and say,<br>Why I did cast the world away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why I have persevered to shun<br>The common paths that others run;<br>And on a strange road journeyed on,<br>Heedless, alike of wealth and power—<br>Of glory's wreath and pleasure's flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These, once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine;<br>And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,<br>And saw my offerings on their shrine;<br>But careless gifts are seldom prized,<br>And mine were worthily despised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, with a ready heart, I swore<br>To seek their altar-stone no more;<br>And gave my spirit to adore<br>Thee, ever-present, phantom thing—<br>My slave, my comrade, and my king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A slave, because I rule thee still;<br>Incline thee to my changeful will,<br>And make thy influence good or ill:<br>A comrade, for by day and night<br>Thou art my intimate delight,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My darling pain that wounds and sears,<br>And wrings a blessing out from tears<br>By deadening me to earthly cares;<br>And yet, a king, though Prudence well<br>Have taught thy subject to rebel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And am I wrong to worship where<br>Faith cannot doubt, nor hope despair,<br>Since my own soul can grant my prayer?<br>Speak, God of visions, plead for me,<br>And tell why I have chosen thee!</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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