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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Down the Stream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From whence the brook? From where the waters gather<br>In mountains' deep recesses, stone-black lakes<br>And dripping crevices. It ripples forth<br>Into the shining day with scarce a voice,<br>And with no strength at all, till mountain showers<br>And winter's snow and spring storms pour their flood<br>Into the dancing brook, that foams and starts<br>And rushes headlong down the steeps and throws<br>Into the Unknown all its youth and strength,<br>And thunders into hell, to rise again<br>In sheets of whiteness into dreamy veils,<br>To kiss the flowers' feet and overflow<br>The meadows; thence, o'erbridged and caught and fastened<br>To wheels, to grind and grind with irksome noise,<br>To lose all liberty, all winsome frolic,<br>And work till doomsday. On and on the stream<br>Goes widening into calm and mighty strength,<br>A hero of a stream, that bears the ships<br>Like toys, and carries legions.<br>Wider still<br>He grows, and stronger, as he drags the waters<br>Of hundred rivers with him to the sea.<br>At last his course is sluggish, tired, slow,<br>A living death, till, blended with the sea,<br>A rising tide will carry him away<br>Into oblivion. Such is life! A stream<br>From unknown heights through storm and dangerous fall,<br>Through unknown land and never-ending work<br>Unto Eternity's great, unknown sea.<br>You cannot rise above the height you come from,<br>You only widen and expand--but downwards,--<br>Your strength is gone, your impetus is quenched.<br>And then the world will call you great and grand,<br>And make a fortune out of all those waters:<br>Your tears, your blood, your work, and what you spent;<br>The strength of all your aims and all your falls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</a><div class=q>
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