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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Power</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mighty sound of forests murmuring <br>In answer to the dread command; <br>The stars that shudder when their king <br>extends his hand, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His awful hand to bless, to curse; or moves <br>Toward the dimmest den <br>In the thick leaves, not known of loves <br>Or nymphs or men; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Only the sylph's frail gossamer may wave <br>Their quiet frondage yet, <br>Only her dewy tears may lave <br>The violet;) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mighty answer of the shaken sky <br>To his supreme behest; the call <br>Of Ibex that behold on high <br>Night's funeral, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And see the pale moon quiver and depart <br>Far beyond space, the sun ascend <br>And draw earth's globe unto his heart<br>To make an end; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shriek of startled birds; the sobs that tear <br>With sudden terror the sharp sea <br>That slept, and wove its golden hair <br>Most mournfully; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rending of the earth at his command <br>Who wields the wrath of heaven, and is dumb; <br>Hell starts up - and before his hand <br>Is overcome. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard these voices, and beheld afar <br>These dread works wrought at his behest: <br>And on his forehead, lo! a star, <br>And on his breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on his feet I knew the sandals were <br>More beautiful than flame, and white, <br>And on the glory of his hair <br>The crown of night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I beheld his robe, and on its hem<br>Were writ unlawful words to say, <br>Broidered like lilies, with a gem <br>More clear than day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And round him shone so wonderful a light <br>As when on Galilee <br>Jesus once walked, and clove the night, <br>And calmed the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scarce could see his features for the fire <br>That dwelt about his brow, <br>Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, <br>I see him now; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because my footsteps follow his, and tread <br>The awful bounds of heaven, and make <br>The very graves yield up their dead, <br>And high thrones shake; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because my eyes still steadily behold<br>And dazzle not, nor shun the night, <br>The foam - born lamp of beaten gold <br>And secret might; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because my forehead bears the sacred Name, <br>And my lips bear the brand <br>Of Him whose heaven is one flame, <br>Whose holy hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gathers this earth, who built the vaults of space, <br>Moulded the stars, and fixed the iron sea, <br>Because His love lights through my face <br>And all of me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because my hand may fasten on the sword <br>Of my heart falter not, and smite <br>Those lampless limits most abhorred <br>Of iron night, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And pass beyond their horror to attack<br>Fresh foemen, light and truth to bring <br>Through their untrodden fields of black, <br>A victor king. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know all must be well, all must be free; <br>I know God as I know a friend;<br>I conquer, and most silently <br>Await the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aleister+Crowley">Aleister Crowley</a><div class=q>
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In answer to the dread command; 
The stars that shudder when their king 
extends his hand, 

His awful hand to bless, to curse; or moves 
Toward the dimmest den 
In the thick leaves, not known of loves 
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