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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Owl And The Lark</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A grizzled owl at midnight moped<br>Where thick the ivy glistened;<br>So I, who long have vainly groped<br>For wisdom, leaned and listened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its perch was firm, its aspect staid,<br>Its big eyes gleamed and brightened;<br>Now, now at last, will doubt be laid,<br>Now yearning be enlightened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!'' the bird discoursed,<br>``Tu-whoo! Tu-whit!'' repeated:<br>Showing how matter was, when forced<br>Through space, condensed and heated;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How rent, but spinning still, 'twas sphered<br>In star, and orb, and planet,<br>Where, as it cooled, live germs appeared<br>In lias, sand, and granite:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, last, since nothing 'neath the sun<br>Avoids material tether,<br>How life must end, when once begun,<br>In scale, and hoof, and feather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, flapping from the ivy-tod,<br>It slouched around the gable,<br>And, perching there, discussed if God<br>Be God, or but a fable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In pompous scales Free Will and Fate<br>Were placed, and poised, and dangled,<br>And riddles small from riddles great<br>Expertly disentangled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It drew betwixt ``Tu-whit,'' ``Tu-whoo,''<br>Distinctions nice and nicer:<br>The bird was very wise, I knew,<br>But I grew no whit wiser.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, letting metaphysics slip,<br>It mumbled moral thunder;<br>Showing how Virtue's self will trip<br>If Reason chance to blunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its pleated wings adown its breast<br>Were like a surplice folded;<br>And, if the truth must be confessed,<br>It threatened me and scolded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought the lecture somewhat long,<br>Impatient for its ending;<br>When, sudden, came a burst of song!<br>It was the lark ascending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dew gleamed in many a jewelled cup,<br>The air was bright and gracious;<br>And away the wings and the song went up,<br>Up through the ether spacious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bubbled, rippled, up the dome,<br>In sprays of silvery trilling;<br>Like endless fountain's lyric foam,<br>Still falling, still refilling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I could no more descry<br>The bird, I still could hear it;<br>For sight, but not for soul, too high,<br>Unseen but certain Spirit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that the perched owl's puckered brow<br>Had vainly bid me ponder,<br>The lark's light wings were solving now<br>In the roofless dome up yonder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then brief as lightning-flash,-no more,-<br>I passed beyond the Finite;<br>And, borne past Heaven's wide-open door,<br>Saw everything within it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow showering down from cloudless sphere,<br>The wanderer Elysian<br>Dropped nearer, clearer, to the ear,<br>Then back into the vision.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his own song he seemed to swim;<br>Diving through song, descended:<br>Since I had been to Heaven with him,<br>Earth now was apprehended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O souls perplexed by hood and cowl,<br>Fain would you find a teacher,<br>Consult the lark and not the owl,<br>The poet, not the preacher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While brains mechanic vainly weave<br>The web and woof of thinking,<br>Go, mount up with the lark, and leave<br>The bird of wisdom blinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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Where thick the ivy glistened;
So I, who long have vainly groped
For wisdom, leaned and listened.

Its perch was firm, its aspect staid,
Its big eyes gleamed and brightened;
Now, now at last, will doubt be laid,
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