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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lamentation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>WHO hath known the ways of time<br>Or trodden behind his feet?<br>There is no such man among men.<br>For chance overcomes him, or crime<br>Changes; for all things sweet<br>In time wax bitter again.<br>Who shall give sorrow enough,<br>Or who the abundance of tears?<br>Mine eyes are heavy with love<br>And a sword gone thorough mine ears,<br>A sound like a sword and fire,<br>For pity, for great desire;<br>Who shall ensure me thereof,<br>Lest I die, being full of my fears?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who hath known the ways and the wrath,<br>The sleepless spirit, the root<br>And blossom of evil will,<br>The divine device of a god?<br>Who shall behold it or hath?<br>The twice-tongued prophets are mute,<br>The many speakers are still;<br>No foot has travelled or trod,<br>No hand has meted, his path.<br>Man’s fate is a blood-red fruit,<br>And the mighty gods have their fill<br>And relax not the rein, or the rod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye were mighty in heart from of old,<br>Ye slew with the spear, and are slain.<br>Keen after heat is the cold,<br>Sore after summer is rain,<br>And melteth man to the bone.<br>As water he weareth away,<br>As a flower, as an hour in a day,<br>Fallen from laughter to moan.<br>But my spirit is shaken with fear<br>Lest an evil thing begin,<br>New-born, a spear for a spear,<br>And one for another sin.<br>Or ever our tears began,<br>It was known from of old and said;<br>One law for a living man,<br>And another law for the dead.<br>For these are fearful and sad,<br>Vain, and things without breath;<br>While he lives let a man be glad,<br>For none hath joy of his death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Who hath known the pain, the old pain of earth,<br>Or all the travail of the sea,<br>The many ways and waves, the birth<br>Fruitless, the labour nothing worth?<br>Who hath known, who knoweth, O gods? not we.<br>There is none shall say he hath seen,<br>There is none he hath known.<br>Though he saith, Lo, a lord have I been,<br>I have reaped and sown;<br>I have seen the desire of mine eyes,<br>The beginning of love,<br>The season of kisses and sighs<br>And the end thereof.<br>I have known the ways of the sea,<br>All the perilous ways,<br>Strange winds have spoken with me,<br>And the tongues of strange days.<br>I have hewn the pine for ships;<br>Where steeds run arow,<br>I have seen from their bridled lips<br>Foam blown as the snow.<br>With snapping of chariot-poles<br>And with straining of oars<br>I have grazed in the race the goals,<br>In the storm the shores;<br>As a greave is cleft with an arrow<br>At the joint of the knee,<br>I have cleft through the sea-straits narrow<br>To the heart of the sea.<br>When air was smitten in sunder<br>I have watched on high<br>The ways of the stars and the thunder<br>In the night of the sky;<br>Where the dark brings forth light as a flower,<br>As from lips that dissever;<br>One abideth the space of an hour,<br>One endureth for ever.<br>Lo, what hath he seen or known,<br>Of the way and the wave<br>Unbeholden, unsailed-on, unsown,<br>From the breast to the grave?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or ever the stars were made, or skies,<br>Grief was born, and the kinless night,<br>Mother of gods without form or name.<br>And light is born out of heaven and dies,<br>And one day knows not another’s light,<br>But night is one, and her shape the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But dumb the goddesses underground<br>Wait, and we hear not on earth if their feet<br>Rise, and the night wax loud with their wings;<br>Dumb, without word or shadow of sound;<br>And sift in scales and winnow as wheat<br>Men’s souls, and sorrow of manifold things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Nor less of grief than ours<br>The gods wrought long ago<br>To bruise men one by one;<br>But with the incessant hours<br>Fresh grief and greener woe<br>Spring, as the sudden sun<br>Year after year makes flowers;<br>And these die down and grow,<br>And the next year lacks none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As these men sleep, have slept<br>The old heroes in time fled,<br>No dream-divided sleep;<br>And holier eyes have wept<br>Than ours, when on her dead<br>Gods have seen Thetis weep,<br>With heavenly hair far-swept<br>Back, heavenly hands outspread<br>Round what she could not keep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could not one day withhold,<br>One night; and like as these<br>White ashes of no weight,<br>Held not his urn the cold<br>Ashes of Heracles?<br>For all things born one gate<br>Opens, no gate of gold;<br>Opens; and no man sees<br>Beyond the gods and fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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WHO hath known the ways of time
Or trodden behind his feet?
There is no such man among men.
For chance overcomes him, or crime
Changes; for all things sweet
In time wax bitter again.
Who shall give sorrow enough,
Or who the abundance of tears?
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