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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blessed Among Women --To The Signora Cairoli</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed was she that bare,<br> Hidden in flesh most fair,<br>For all men's sake the likeness of all love;<br> Holy that virgin's womb,<br> The old record saith, on whom<br>The glory of God alighted as a dove;<br> Blessed, who brought to gracious birth<br>The sweet-souled Saviour of a man-tormented earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But four times art thou blest,<br> At whose most holy breast<br>Four times a godlike soldier-saviour hung;<br> And thence a fourfold Christ<br> Given to be sacrificed<br>To the same cross as the same bosom clung;<br> Poured the same blood, to leave the same<br>Light on the many-folded mountain-skirts of fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Shall they and thou not live,<br> The children thou didst give<br>Forth of thine hands, a godlike gift, to death,<br> Through fire of death to pass<br> For her high sake that was<br>Thine and their mother, that gave all you breath?<br> Shall ye not live till time drop dead,<br>O mother, and each her children's consecrated head?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Many brought gifts to take<br> For her love's supreme sake,<br>Life and life's love, pleasure and praise and rest,<br> And went forth bare; but thou,<br> So much once richer, and now<br>Poorer than all these, more than these be blest;<br> Poorer so much, by so much given,<br>Than who gives earth for heaven's sake, not for earth's sake heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Somewhat could each soul save,<br> What thing soever it gave,<br>But thine, mother, what has thy soul kept back?<br> None of thine all, not one,<br> To serve thee and be thy son,<br>Feed with love all thy days, lest one day lack;<br> All thy whole life's love, thine heart's whole,<br>Thou hast given as who gives gladly, O thou the supreme soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The heart's pure flesh and blood,<br> The heaven thy motherhood,<br>The live lips, the live eyes, that lived on thee;<br> The hands that clove with sweet<br> Blind clutch to thine, the feet<br>That felt on earth their first way to thy knee;<br> The little laughter of mouths milk-fed,<br>Now open again to feed on dust among the dead;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The fair, strong, young men's strength,<br> Light of life-days and length,<br>And glory of earth seen under and stars above,<br> And years that bring to tame<br> Now the wild falcon fame,<br>Now, to stroke smooth, the dove-white breast of love;<br> The life unlived, the unsown seeds,<br>Suns unbeholden, songs unsung, and undone deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Therefore shall man's love be<br> As an own son to thee,<br>And the world's worship of thee for a child;<br> All thine own land as one<br> New-born, a nursing son,<br>All thine own people a new birth undefiled;<br> And all the unborn Italian time,<br>And all its glory, and all its works, thy seed sublime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That henceforth no man's breath,<br> Saying &quot;Italy,&quot; but saith<br>In that most sovereign word thine equal name;<br> Nor can one speak of thee<br> But he saith &quot;Italy,&quot;<br>Seeing in two suns one co-eternal flame;<br> One heat, one heaven, one heart, one fire,<br>One light, one love, one benediction, one desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Blest above praise and prayer<br> And incense of men's air,<br>Thy place is higher than where such voices rise<br> As in men's temples make<br> Music for some vain sake,<br>This God's or that God's, in one weary wise;<br> Thee the soul silent, the shut heart,<br>The locked lips of the spirit praise thee that thou art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yea, for man's whole life's length,<br> And with man's whole soul's strength,<br>We praise thee, O holy, and bless thee, O mother of lights;<br> And send forth as on wings<br> The world's heart's thanksgivings,<br>Song-birds to sing thy days through and thy nights;<br> And wrap thee around and arch thee above<br>With the air of benediction and the heaven of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And toward thee our unbreathed words<br> Fly speechless, winged as birds,<br>As the Indian flock, children of Paradise,<br> The winged things without feet,<br> Fed with God's dew for meat,<br>That live in the air and light of the utter skies;<br> So fleet, so flying a footless flight,<br>With wings for feet love seeks thee, to partake thy sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Love like a clear sky spread<br> Bends over thy loved head,<br>As a new heaven bends over a new-born earth,<br> When the old night's womb is great<br> With young stars passionate<br>And fair new planets fiery-fresh from birth;<br> And moon-white here, there hot like Mars,<br>Souls that are worlds shine on thee, spirits that are stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till the whole sky burns through<br> With heaven's own heart-deep hue,<br>With passion-coloured glories of lit souls;<br> And thine above all names<br> Writ highest with lettering flames<br>Lightens, and all the old starriest aureoles<br> And all the old holiest memories wane,<br>And the old names of love's chosen, found in thy sight vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And crowned heads are discrowned,<br> And stars sink without sound,<br>And love's self for thy love's sake waxes pale<br> Seeing from his storied skies<br> In what new reverent wise<br>Thee Rome's most highest, her sovereign daughters, hail;<br> Thee Portia, thee Veturia grey,<br>Thee Arria, thee Cornelia, Roman more than they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Even all these as all we<br> Subdue themselves to thee,<br>Bow their heads haloed, quench their fiery fame;<br> Seen through dim years divine,<br> Their faint lights feminine<br>Sink, then spring up rekindled from thy flame;<br> Fade, then reflower and reillume<br>From thy fresh spring their wintering age with new-blown bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To thy much holier head<br> Even theirs, the holy and dead,<br>Bow themselves each one from her heavenward height;<br> Each in her shining turn,<br> All tremble toward thee and yearn<br>To melt in thine their consummated light;<br> Till from day's Capitolian dome<br>One glory of many glories lighten upon Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hush thyself, song, and cease,<br> Close, lips, and hold your peace;<br>What help hast thou, what part have ye herein?<br> But you, with sweet shut eyes,<br> Heart-hidden memories,<br>Dreams and dumb thoughts that keep what things have been<br> Silent, and pure of all words said,<br>Praise without song the living, without dirge the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou, strengthless in these things,<br> Song, fold thy feebler wings,<br>And as a pilgrim go forth girt and shod,<br> And where the new graves are,<br> And where the sunset star,<br>To the pure spirit of man that men call God,<br> To the high soul of things, that is<br>Made of men's heavenlier hopes and mightier memories;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To the elements that make<br> For the soul's living sake<br>This raiment of dead things, of shadow and trance,<br> That give us chance and time<br> Wherein to aspire and climb<br>And set our life's work higher than time or chance<br> The old sacred elements, that give<br>The breath of life to days that die, to deeds that live;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To them, veiled gods and great,<br> There bow thee and dedicate<br>The speechless spirit in these thy weak words hidden;<br> And mix thy reverent breath<br> With holier air of death,<br>At the high feast of sorrow a guest unbidden,<br> Till with divine triumphal tears<br>Thou fill men's eyes who listen with a heart that hears.</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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 Hidden in flesh most fair,
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 The old record saith, on whom
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 Blessed, who brought to gracious birth
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