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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dedication</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of great limbs gone to chaos,<br>A great face turned to night--<br>Why bend above a shapeless shroud<br>Seeking in such archaic cloud<br>Sight of strong lords and light?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where seven sunken Englands<br>Lie buried one by one,<br>Why should one idle spade, I wonder,<br>Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder<br>To smoke and choke the sun?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In cloud of clay so cast to heaven<br>What shape shall man discern?<br>These lords may light the mystery<br>Of mastery or victory,<br>And these ride high in history,<br>But these shall not return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gored on the Norman gonfalon<br>The Golden Dragon died:<br>We shall not wake with ballad strings<br>The good time of the smaller things,<br>We shall not see the holy kings<br>Ride down by Severn side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stiff, strange, and quaintly coloured<br>As the broidery of Bayeux<br>The England of that dawn remains,<br>And this of Alfred and the Danes<br>Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns<br>Too English to be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of a good king on an island<br>That ruled once on a time;<br>And as he walked by an apple tree<br>There came green devils out of the sea<br>With sea-plants trailing heavily<br>And tracks of opal slime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;<br>His days as our days ran,<br>He also looked forth for an hour<br>On peopled plains and skies that lower,<br>From those few windows in the tower<br>That is the head of a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who shall look from Alfred's hood<br>Or breathe his breath alive?<br>His century like a small dark cloud<br>Drifts far; it is an eyeless crowd,<br>Where the tortured trumpets scream aloud<br>And the dense arrows drive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady, by one light only<br>We look from Alfred's eyes,<br>We know he saw athwart the wreck<br>The sign that hangs about your neck,<br>Where One more than Melchizedek<br>Is dead and never dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore I bring these rhymes to you<br>Who brought the cross to me,<br>Since on you flaming without flaw<br>I saw the sign that Guthrum saw<br>When he let break his ships of awe,<br>And laid peace on the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you remember when we went<br>Under a dragon moon,<br>And 'mid volcanic tints of night<br>Walked where they fought the unknown fight<br>And saw black trees on the battle-height,<br>Black thorn on Ethandune?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I thought, "I will go with you,<br>As man with God has gone,<br>And wander with a wandering star,<br>The wandering heart of things that are,<br>The fiery cross of love and war<br>That like yourself, goes on."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O go you onward; where you are<br>Shall honour and laughter be,<br>Past purpled forest and pearled foam,<br>God's winged pavilion free to roam,<br>Your face, that is a wandering home,<br>A flying home for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ride through the silent earthquake lands,<br>Wide as a waste is wide,<br>Across these days like deserts, when<br>Pride and a little scratching pen<br>Have dried and split the hearts of men,<br>Heart of the heroes, ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up through an empty house of stars,<br>Being what heart you are,<br>Up the inhuman steeps of space<br>As on a staircase go in grace,<br>Carrying the firelight on your face<br>Beyond the loneliest star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take these; in memory of the hour<br>We strayed a space from home<br>And saw the smoke-hued hamlets, quaint<br>With Westland king and Westland saint,<br>And watched the western glory faint<br>Along the road to Frome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a> from <i>The Ballad of the White Horse</i><div class=q>
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