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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mirror of Madmen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,<br>The splendid stillness of a living host;<br>Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line.<br>Then my blood froze; for every face was mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirits with sunset plumage throng and pass,<br>Glassed darkly in the sea of gold and glass.<br>But still on every side, in every spot,<br>I saw a million selves, who saw me not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fled to quiet wastes, where on a stone,<br>Perchance, I found a saint, who sat alone;<br>I came behind: he turned with slow, sweet grace,<br>And faced me with my happy, hateful face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cowered like one that in a tower doth bide,<br>Shut in by mirrors upon every side;<br>Then I saw, islanded in skies alone<br>And silent, one that sat upon a throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His robe was bordered with rich rose and gold,<br>Green, purple, silver out of sunsets old;<br>But o'er his face a great cloud edged with fire,<br>Because it covereth the world's desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as I gazed, a silent worshipper,<br>Methought the cloud began to faintly stir;<br>Then I fell flat, and screamed with grovelling head,<br>'If thou hast any lightning, strike me dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But spare a brow where the clean sunlight fell,<br>The crown of a new sin that sickens hell.<br>Let me not look aloft and see mine own<br>Feature and form upon the Judgment-throne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then my dream snapped: and with a heart that leapt<br>I saw across the tavern where I slept,<br>The sight of all my life most full of grace,<br>A gin-damned drunkard's wan half-witted face.</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 Wild Knight and Other Poems</i><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=117745" data-title="The Mirror of Madmen de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,/The splendid stillness of a living host;/Vast choirs of upturned faces, line o'er line./Then my blood froze; for every face was mine./Spirits with sunset plumage throng and pass,/Glassed darkly in the s..."></div> </div> </div>
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