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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lethe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have filled<br>Thy swelling heart, that understood too much,<br>Yet not enough to be forgiving, when<br>The sun was pale, and darkness lonely, when<br>The fear of unknown evil made thy lips<br>Turn cold, and wonder changed to horror, then<br>To dumb despair, to childhood's hopelessness,<br>More hopeless than old age's iron clutch<br>Of unbelief, the shadow of the past<br>Will cast a pall o'er all thy life, then say:<br>Go down, Remembrance, into Lethe, go!<br>When work was hard and sacrifice in vain,<br>And stones were hurled at thee, thy flowers trodden<br>Into the soil, that, soaked with all thy blood,<br>Could not resist, and giving way would swallow<br>Thy noblest thoughts, and teach thee to undo<br>Thyself, gainsay thyself, as if a coward<br>Were crouching on thy shoulders, making thee<br>Believe that all thy heroism was<br>A sham--then say: Go down to Lethe, Thought,<br>And darken not the hour when I rise<br>Out of myself, out of the past, into<br>The open day of wide forgetfulness.<br>When shame has crept into the rocky strength,<br>Into the pure recess a spotless soul<br>Had lent thee, and with fiery coals has burnt<br>A mark no rivers wash away, no winds<br>Can cool, that sends a shudder through thy heart,<br>Like snakes of cold disgust, then say again:<br>Go down to Lethe, not to rise and sting.<br>But when those eyes, that were thy sun, are shut,<br>When blind with tears thy gaze hath yet behold<br>The angel wings that carried through unknown<br>Untold of space thy life, thy heart, thy hope--<br>No Lethe then! And no forgetfulness!<br>But open wide thy soul: It is the sun,<br>The sun that sends its beauteous rays into<br>The dark, into the cold, into the night<br>And terror of thy life. If grief hath ploughed<br>The soil, fear not! The corn is rising, young<br>And green and full of hope; the sun hath called;<br>The sun shines full into that heart that was<br>So torn, so weak, that could not lift itself<br>Unto the heavens. They are open now,<br>Flooded with light; take not thine eyes away,<br>Bend not thy look unto the earth again,<br>But rise on shining wings toward the rays<br>That draw thee, call thee, bear thee to the light!</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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