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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Resurrection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more I hear the everlasting sea<br>Breathing beneath the mountain's fragrant<br>breast,<br>Come unto Me, come unto Me,<br>And I will give you rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We have destroyed the Temple and in three days<br>He hath rebuilt it -- all things are made new:<br>And hark what wild throats pour His praise<br>Beneath the boundless blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We plucked down all His altars, cried aloud<br>And gashed ourselves for little gods of clay!<br>Yon floating cloud was but a cloud,<br>The May no more than May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We plucked down all His altars, left not one<br>Save where, perchance (and ah, the joy was fleet),<br>We laid our garlands in the sun<br>At the white Sea-born's feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We plucked down all His altars, not to make<br>The small praise greater, but the great praise less,<br>We sealed all fountains where the soul could slake<br>Its thirst and weariness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Love" was too small, too human to be found<br>In that transcendent source whence love was<br>born:<br>We talked of "forces": heaven was crowned<br>With philosophic thorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Your God is in your image," we cried, but O,<br>'Twas only man's own deepest heart ye gave,<br>Knowing that He transcended all ye know,<br>While -- we dug His grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denied Him even the crown on our own brow,<br>E'en these poor symbols of His loftier reign,<br>Levelled His Temple with the dust, and now<br>He is risen, He is risen again,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Risen, like this resurrection of the year,<br>This grand ascension of the choral spring,<br>Which those harp-crowded heavens bend to hear<br>And meet upon the wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"He is dead," we cried, and even amid that gloom<br>The wintry veil was rent! The new-born day<br>Showed us the Angel seated in the tomb<br>And the stone rolled away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is the hour! We challenge heaven above<br>Now, to deny our slight ephemeral breath<br>Joy, anguish, and that everlasting love<br>Which triumphs over death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><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=341824" data-title="Resurrection de Alfred Noyes" data-description="Once more I hear the everlasting sea Breathing beneath the mountain's fragrant breast, Come unto Me, come unto Me, And I will give you rest. We have destroyed the Temple and in three days He hath rebuilt it -- all things are made new: And hark w..."></div> </div> </div>
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