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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hertha</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I AM that which began; <br> Out of me the years roll; <br> Out of me God and man; <br> I am equal and whole; <br>God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Before ever land was, <br> Before ever the sea, <br> Or soft hair of the grass, <br> Or fair limbs of the tree, <br>Or the flesh-colour'd fruit of my branches, I was, and thy soul was in <br>me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> First life on my sources <br> First drifted and swam; <br> Out of me are the forces <br> That save it or damn; <br>Out of me man and woman, and wild-beast and bird: before God was, I <br>am. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Beside or above me <br> Naught is there to go; <br> Love or unlove me, <br> Unknow me or know, <br>I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the <br>blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I the mark that is miss'd <br> And the arrows that miss, <br> I the mouth that is kiss'd <br> And the breath in the kiss, <br>The search, and the sought, and the seeker, the soul and the body that <br>is. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am that thing which blesses <br> My spirit elate; <br> That which caresses <br> With hands uncreate <br>My limbs unbegotten that measure the length of the measure of fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But what thing dost thou now, <br> Looking Godward, to cry, <br> 'I am I, thou art thou, <br> I am low, thou art high'? <br>I am thou, whom thou seekest to find him; find thou but thyself, thou <br>art I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I the grain and the furrow, <br> The plough-cloven clod <br> And the ploughshare drawn thorough, <br> The germ and the sod, <br>The deed and the doer, the seed and the sower, the dust which is God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hast thou known how I fashion'd thee, <br> Child, underground? <br> Fire that impassion'd thee, <br> Iron that bound, <br>Dim changes of water, what thing of all these hast thou known of or <br>found? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Canst thou say in thine heart <br> Thou hast seen with thine eyes <br> With what cunning of art <br> Thou wast wrought in what wise, <br>By what force of what stuff thou wast shapen, and shown on my breast <br>to the skies? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who hath given, who hath sold it thee, <br> Knowledge of me? <br> Has the wilderness told it thee? <br> Hast thou learnt of the sea? <br>Hast thou communed in spirit with night? have the winds taken counsel <br>with thee? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Have I set such a star <br> To show light on thy brow <br> That thou sawest from afar <br> What I show to thee now? <br>Have ye spoken as brethren together, the sun and the mountains and <br>thou? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What is here, dost thou know it? <br> What was, hast thou known? <br> Prophet nor poet <br> Nor tripod nor throne <br>Nor spirit nor flesh can make answer, but only thy mother alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mother, not maker, <br> Born, and not made; <br> Though her children forsake her, <br> Allured or afraid, <br>Praying prayers to the God of their fashion, she stirs not for all <br>that have pray'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A creed is a rod, <br> And a crown is of night; <br> But this thing is God, <br> To be man with thy might, <br>To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life <br>as the light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am in thee to save thee, <br> As my soul in thee saith; <br> Give thou as I gave thee, <br> Thy life-blood and breath, <br>Green leaves of thy labour, white flowers of thy thought, and red <br>fruit of thy death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Be the ways of thy giving <br> As mine were to thee; <br> The free life of thy living, <br> Be the gift of it free; <br>Not as servant to lord, nor as master to slave, shalt thou give thee <br>to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O children of banishment, <br> Souls overcast, <br> Were the lights ye see vanish meant <br> Alway to last, <br>Ye would know not the sun overshining the shadows and stars overpast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I that saw where ye trod <br> The dim paths of the night <br> Set the shadow call'd God <br> In your skies to give light; <br>But the morning of manhood is risen, and the shadowless soul is in <br>sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The tree many-rooted <br> That swells to the sky <br> With frondage red-fruited, <br> The life-tree am I; <br>In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves: ye shall live and <br>not die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the Gods of your fashion <br> That take and that give, <br> In their pity and passion <br> That scourge and forgive, <br>They are worms that are bred in the bark that falls off; they shall <br>die and not live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My own blood is what stanches <br> The wounds in my bark; <br> Stars caught in my branches <br> Make day of the dark, <br>And are worshipp'd as suns till the sunrise shall tread out their <br>fires as a spark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where dead ages hide under <br> The live roots of the tree, <br> In my darkness the thunder <br> Makes utterance of me; <br>In the clash of my boughs with each other ye hear the waves sound of <br>the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That noise is of Time, <br> As his feathers are spread <br> And his feet set to climb <br> Through the boughs overhead, <br>And my foliage rings round him and rustles, and branches are bent with <br>his tread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The storm-winds of ages <br> Blow through me and cease, <br> The war-wind that rages, <br> The spring-wind of peace, <br>Ere the breath of them roughen my tresses, ere one of my blossoms <br>increase. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All sounds of all changes, <br> All shadows and lights <br> On the world's mountain-ranges <br> And stream-riven heights, <br>Whose tongue is the wind's tongue and language of storm-clouds on <br>earth-shaking nights; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All forms of all faces, <br> All works of all hands <br> In unsearchable places <br> Of time-stricken lands, <br>All death and all life, and all reigns and all ruins, drop through me <br>as sands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Though sore be my burden <br> And more than ye know, <br> And my growth have no guerdon <br> But only to grow, <br>Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings above me or deathworms below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These too have their part in me, <br> As I too in these; <br> Such fire is at heart in me, <br> Such sap is this tree's, <br>Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets of infinite lands and of <br>seas. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the spring-colour'd hours <br> When my mind was as May's <br> There brake forth of me flowers <br> By centuries of days, <br>Strong blossoms with perfume of manhood, shot out from my spirit as <br>rays. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And the sound of them springing <br> And smell of their shoots <br> Were as warmth and sweet singing <br> And strength to my roots; <br>And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my <br>fruits. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I bid you but be; <br> I have need not of prayer; <br> I have need of you free <br> As your mouths of mine air; <br>That my heart may be greater within me, beholding the fruits of me <br>fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> More fair than strange fruit is <br> Of faiths ye espouse; <br> In me only the root is <br> That blooms in your boughs; <br>Behold now your God that ye made you, to feed him with faith of your <br>vows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the darkening and whitening <br> Abysses adored, <br> With dayspring and lightning <br> For lamp and for sword, <br>God thunders in heaven, and his angels are red with the wrath of the <br>Lord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O my sons, O too dutiful <br> Toward Gods not of me, <br> Was not I enough beautiful? <br> Was it hard to be free? <br>For behold, I am with you, am in you and of you; look forth now and <br>see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lo, wing'd with world's wonders, <br> With miracles shod, <br> With the fires of his thunders <br> For raiment and rod, <br>God trembles in heaven, and his angels are white with the terror of <br>God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For his twilight is come on him, <br> His anguish is here; <br> And his spirits gaze dumb on him, <br> Grown gray from his fear; <br>And his hour taketh hold on him stricken, the last of his infinite <br>year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thought made him and breaks him, <br> Truth slays and forgives; <br> But to you, as time takes him, <br> This new thing it gives, <br>Even love, the beloved Republic, that feeds upon freedom and lives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For truth only is living, <br> Truth only is whole, <br> And the love of his giving <br> Man's polestar and pole; <br>Man, pulse of my centre, and fruit of my body, and seed of my soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> One birth of my bosom; <br> One beam of mine eye; <br> One topmost blossom <br> That scales the sky; <br>Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I.</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> <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=341996" data-title="Hertha de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="I AM that which began; 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