<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of the Pilgrims</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What light of unremembered skies<br>Hast thou relumed within our eyes,<br>Thou whom we seek, whom we shall find? . . .<br>A certain odour on the wind,<br>Thy hidden face beyond the west,<br>These things have called us; on a quest<br>Older than any road we trod,<br>More endless than desire. . . .<br> Far God,<br>Sigh with thy cruel voice, that fills<br>The soul with longing for dim hills<br>And faint horizons! For there come<br>Grey moments of the antient dumb<br>Sickness of travel, when no song<br>Can cheer us; but the way seems long;<br>And one remembers. . . .<br> Ah! the beat<br>Of weary unreturning feet,<br>And songs of pilgrims unreturning! . . .<br>The fires we left are always burning<br>On the old shrines of home. Our kin<br>Have built them temples, and therein<br>Pray to the Gods we know; and dwell<br>In little houses lovable,<br>Being happy (we remember how!)<br>And peaceful even to death. . . .<br> O Thou,<br>God of all long desirous roaming,<br>Our hearts are sick of fruitless homing,<br>And crying after lost desire.<br>Hearten us onward! as with fire<br>Consuming dreams of other bliss.<br>The best Thou givest, giving this<br>Sufficient thing - to travel still<br>Over the plain, beyond the hill,<br>Unhesitating through the shade,<br>Amid the silence unafraid,<br>Till, at some sudden turn, one sees<br>Against the black and muttering trees<br>Thine altar, wonderfully white,<br>Among the Forests of the Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><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=115930" data-title="The Song of the Pilgrims de Rupert Brooke" data-description="(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.)/What light of unremembered skies/Hast thou relumed within our eyes,/Thou whom we seek, whom we shall find? . . ./A certain odour on the wind,/Thy hidden face beyo..."></div> </div> </div>

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