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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song in Time of Revolution. 1860</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE HEART of the rulers is sick, and the high-priest covers his head:<br>For this is the song of the quick that is heard in the ears of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poor and the halt and the blind are keen and mighty and fleet:<br>Like the noise of the blowing of wind is the sound of the noise of their feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind has the sound of a laugh in the clamour of days and of deeds:<br>The priests are scattered like chaff, and the rulers broken like reeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The high-priest sick from qualms, with his raiment bloodily dashed;<br>The thief with branded palms, and the liar with cheeks abashed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are smitten, they tremble greatly, they are pained for their pleasant things:<br>For the house of the priests made stately, and the might in the mouth of the kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are grieved and greatly afraid; they are taken, they shall not flee:<br>For the heart of the nations is made as the strength of the springs of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were fair in the grace of gold, they walked with delicate feet:<br>They were clothed with the cunning of old, and the smell of their garments was sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the breaking of gold in their hair they halt as a man made lame:<br>They are utterly naked and bare; their mouths are bitter with shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou judge thy people now, O king that wast found most wise?<br>Wilt thou lie any more, O thou whose mouth is emptied of lies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall God make a pact with thee, till his hook be found in thy sides?<br>Wilt thou put back the time of the sea, or the place of the season of tides?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set a word in thy lips, to stand before God with a word in thy mouth;<br>That “the rain shall return in the land, and the tender dew after drouth.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the arm of the elders is broken, their strength is unbound and undone:<br>They wait for a sign of a token; they cry, and there cometh none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their moan is in every place, the cry of them filleth the land:<br>There is shame in the sight of their face, there is fear in the thews of their hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are girdled about the reins with a curse for the girdle thereon:<br>For the noise of the rending of chains the face of their colour is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the sound of the shouting of men they are grievously stricken at heart:<br>They are smitten asunder with pain, their bones are smitten apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is none of them all that is whole; their lips gape open for breath;<br>They are clothed with sickness of soul, and the shape of the shadow of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind is thwart in their feet; it is full of the shouting of mirth;<br>As one shaketh the sides of a sheet, so it shaketh the ends of the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sword, the sword is made keen; the iron has opened its mouth;<br>The corn is red that was green; it is bound for the sheaves of the south.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound of a word was shed, the sound of the wind as a breath,<br>In the ears of the souls that were dead, in the dust of the deepness of death;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the face of the moon is taken, the ways of the stars undone,<br>The light of the whole sky shaken, the light of the face of the sun:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the waters are emptied and broken, the waves of the waters are stayed;<br>Where God has bound for a token the darkness that maketh afraid;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the sword was covered and hidden, and dust had grown in its side,<br>A word came forth which was bidden, the crying of one that cried:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sides of the two-edged sword shall be bare, and its mouth shall be red,<br>For the breath of the face of the Lord that is felt in the bones of the dead.</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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