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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Bay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I <br> Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star<br> Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west,<br> Fulfilled of watery resonance and rest,<br> Is as a port with clouds for harbour bar<br> To fold the fleet in of the winds from far<br> That stir no plume now of the bland sea's breast:II<br> Above the soft sweep of the breathless bay<br> Southwestward, far past flight of night and day,<br> Lower than the sunken sunset sinks, and higher<br> Than dawn can freak the front of heaven with fire, <br> My thought with eyes and wings made wide makes way<br> To find the place of souls that I desire.III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If any place for any soul there be,<br> Disrobed and disentrammelled; if the might<br> The fire and force that filled with ardent light<br> The souls whose shadow is half the light we see,<br> Survive and be suppressed not of the night;<br> This hour should show what all day hid from me.IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Night knows not, neither is it shown to day,<br> By sunlight nor by starlight is it shown,<br> Nor to the full moon's eye nor footfall known,<br> Their world's untrodden and unkindled way.<br> Nor is the breath nor music of it blown<br> With sounds of winter or with winds of May.V</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But here, where light and darkness reconciled<br> Held earth between them as a weanling child<br> Between the balanced hands of death and birth,<br> Even as they held the new-born shape of earth<br> When first life trembled in her limbs and smiled,<br> Here hope might think to find what hope were worth.VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Past Hades, past Elysium, past the long<br> Slow smooth strong lapse of Lethe--past the toil<br> Wherein all souls are taken as a spoil,<br> The Stygian web of waters--if your song<br> Be quenched not, O our brethren, but be strong<br> As ere ye too shook off our temporal coil;VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If yet these twain survive your worldly breath,<br> Joy trampling sorrow, life devouring death,<br> If perfect life possess your life all through<br> And like your words your souls be deathless too,<br> To-night, of all whom night encompasseth,<br> My soul would commune with one soul of you.VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Above the sunset might I see thine eyes<br> That were above the sundawn in our skies,<br> Son of the songs of morning,--thine that were<br> First lights to lighten that rekindling air<br> Wherethrough men saw the front of England rise<br> And heard thine loudest of the lyre-notes there--IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If yet thy fire have not one spark the less,<br> O Titan, born of her a Titaness,<br> Across the sunrise and the sunset's mark<br> Send of thy lyre one sound, thy fire one spark,<br> To change this face of our unworthiness,<br> Across this hour dividing light from dark.X</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To change this face of our chill time, that hears<br> No song like thine of all that crowd its ears,<br> Of all its lights that lighten all day long<br> Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere's<br> Outlightening Sirius--in its twilight throng<br> No thunder and no sunrise like thy song. XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hath not the sea-wind swept the sea-line bare<br> To pave with stainless fire through stainless air<br> A passage for thine heavenlier feet to tread<br> Ungrieved of earthly floor-work? hath it spread<br> No covering splendid as the sun-god's hair<br> To veil or to reveal thy lordlier head?XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hath not the sunset shown across the sea<br> A way majestical enough for thee?<br> What hour save this should be thine hour--and mine,<br> If thou have care of any less divine <br> Than thine own soul; if thou take thought of me,<br> Marlowe, as all my soul takes thought of thine?XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Before the morn's face as before the sun<br> The morning star and evening star are one<br> For all men's lands as England. O, if night<br> Hang hard upon us,--ere our day take flight,<br> Shed thou some comfort from thy day long done<br> On us pale children of the latter light!XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For surely, brother and master and lord and king,<br> Where'er thy footfall and thy face make spring<br> In all souls' eyes that meet thee wheresoe'er,<br> And have thy soul for sunshine and sweet air--<br> Some late love of thine old live land should cling,<br> Some living love of England, round thee there.XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here from her shore across her sunniest sea<br> My soul makes question of the sun for thee,<br> And waves and beams make answer. When thy feet<br> Made her ways flowerier and their flowers more sweet<br> With childlike passage of a god to be,<br> Like spray these waves cast off her foemen's fleet.XVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like foam they flung it from her, and like weed<br> Its wrecks were washed from scornful shoal to shoal,<br> From rock to rock reverberate; and the whole<br> Sea laughed and lightened with a deathless deed<br> That sowed our enemies in her field for seed<br> And made her shores fit harbourage for thy soul.XVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then in her green south fields, a poor man's child,<br> Thou hadst thy short sweet fill of half-blown joy,<br> That ripens all of us for time to cloy<br> With full-blown pain and passion; ere the wild <br> World caught thee by the fiery heart, and smiled<br> To make so swift end of the godlike boy.XVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For thou, if ever godlike foot there trod<br> These fields of ours, wert surely like a god.<br> Who knows what splendour of strange dreams was shed<br> With sacred shadow and glimmer of gold and red<br> From hallowed windows, over stone and sod,<br> On thine unbowed bright insubmissive head?XIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The shadow stayed not, but the splendour stays,<br> Our brother, till the last of English days.<br> No day nor night on English earth shall be<br> For ever, spring nor summer, Junes nor Mays,<br> But somewhat as a sound or gleam of thee<br> Shall come on us like morning from the sea.XX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Like sunrise never wholly risen, nor yet<br> Quenched; or like sunset never wholly set,<br> A light to lighten as from living eyes<br> The cold unlit close lids of one that lies<br> Dead, or a ray returned from death's far skies<br> To fire us living lest our lives forget.XXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For in that heaven what light of lights may be,<br> What splendour of what stars, what spheres of flame<br> Sounding, that none may number nor may name,<br> We know not, even thy brethren; yea, not we<br> Whose eyes desire the light that lightened thee,<br> Whose ways and thine are one way and the same.XXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But if the riddles that in sleep we read,<br> And trust them not, be flattering truth indeed,<br> As he that rose our mightiest called them,--he,<br> Much higher than thou as thou much higher than we-- <br> There, might we say, all flower of all our seed,<br> All singing souls are as one sounding sea.XXXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> All those that here were of thy kind and kin,<br> Beside thee and below thee, full of love,<br> Full-souled for song,--and one alone above<br> Whose only light folds all your glories in--<br> With all birds' notes from nightingale to dove<br> Fill the world whither we too fain would win.XXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The world that sees in heaven the sovereign light<br> Of sunlike Shakespeare, and the fiery night<br> Whose stars were watched of Webster; and beneath,<br> The twin-souled brethren of the single wreath,<br> Grown in kings' gardens, plucked from pastoral heath,<br> Wrought with all flowers for all men's heart's delight.XXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And that fixed fervour, iron-red like Mars,<br> In the mid moving tide of tenderer stars,<br> That burned on loves and deeds the darkest done,<br> Athwart the incestuous prisoner's bride-house bars;<br> And thine, most highest of all their fires but one,<br> Our morning star, sole risen before the sun.XXVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And one light risen since theirs to run such race<br> Thou hast seen, O Phosphor, from thy pride of place.<br> Thou hast seen Shelley, him that was to thee<br> As light to fire or dawn to lightning; me,<br> Me likewise, O our brother, shalt thou see,<br> And I behold thee, face to glorious face?XXVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> You twain the same swift year of manhood swept<br> Down the steep darkness, and our father wept.<br> And from the gleam of Apollonian tears<br> A holier aureole rounds your memories, kept<br> Most fervent-fresh of all the singing spheres,<br> And April-coloured through all months and years.XXVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> You twain fate spared not half your fiery span;<br> The longer date fulfils the lesser man.<br> Ye from beyond the dark dividing date<br> Stand smiling, crowned as gods with foot on fate.<br> For stronger was your blessing than his ban,<br> And earliest whom he struck, he struck too late.XXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Yet love and loathing, faith and unfaith yet<br> Bind less to greater souls in unison, <br> And one desire that makes three spirits as one<br> Takes great and small as in one spiritual net<br> Woven out of hope toward what shall yet be done<br> Ere hate or love remember or forget.XXX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Woven out of faith and hope and love too great<br> To bear the bonds of life and death and fate:<br> Woven out of love and hope and faith too dear<br> To take the print of doubt and change and fear:<br> And interwoven with lines of wrath and hate<br> Blood-red with soils of many a sanguine year.XXXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Who cannot hate, can love not; if he grieve,<br> His tears are barren as the unfruitful rain<br> That rears no harvest from the green sea's plain,<br> And as thorns crackling this man's laugh is vain.<br> Nor can belief touch, kindle, smite, reprieve<br> His heart who has not heart to disbelieve.XXXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But you, most perfect in your hate and love,<br> Our great twin-spirited brethren; you that stand<br> Head by head glittering, hand made fast in hand,<br> And underfoot the fang-drawn worm that strove<br> To wound you living; from so far above,<br> Look love, not scorn, on ours that was your land.XXXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For love we lack, and help and heat and light<br> To clothe us and to comfort us with might.<br> What help is ours to take or give? but ye--<br> O, more than sunrise to the blind cold sea,<br> That wailed aloud with all her waves all night,<br> Much more, being much more glorious, should you be.XXXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> As fire to frost, as ease to toil, as dew<br> To flowerless fields, as sleep to slackening pain,<br> As hope to souls long weaned from hope again<br> Returning, or as blood revived anew<br> To dry-drawn limbs and every pulseless vein,<br> Even so toward us should no man be but you.XXXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> One rose before the sunrise was, and one<br> Before the sunset, lovelier than the sun.<br> And now the heaven is dark and bright and loud<br> With wind and starry drift and moon and cloud,<br> And night's cry rings in straining sheet and shroud,<br> What help is ours if hope like yours be none?XXXVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O well-beloved, our brethren, if ye be,<br> Then are we not forsaken. This kind earth<br> Made fragrant once for all time with your birth,<br> And bright for all men with your love, and worth<br> The clasp and kiss and wedlock of the sea,<br> Were not your mother if not your brethren we.XXXVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Because the days were dark with gods and kings<br> And in time's hand the old hours of time as rods,<br> When force and fear set hope and faith at odds,<br> Ye failed not nor abased your plume-plucked wings;<br> And we that front not more disastrous things,<br> How should we fail in face of kings and gods?XXXVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> For now the deep dense plumes of night are thinned<br> Surely with winnowing of the glimmering wind<br> Whose feet we fledged with morning; and the breath<br> Begins in heaven that sings the dark to death.<br> And all the night wherein men groaned and sinned<br> Sickens at heart to hear what sundawn saith.XXXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> O first-born sons of hope and fairest, ye<br> Whose prows first clove the thought-unsounded sea<br> Whence all the dark dead centuries rose to bar<br> The spirit of man lest truth should make him free,<br> The sunrise and the sunset, seeing one star,<br> Take heart as we to know you that ye are.XL</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Ye rise not and ye set not; we that say<br> Ye rise and set like hopes that set and rise<br> Look yet but seaward from a land-locked bay;<br> But where at last the sea's line is the sky's<br> And truth and hope one sunlight in your eyes,<br> No sunrise and no sunset marks their day.</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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 Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star
 Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west,
 Fulfilled of watery resonance and rest,
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 To fold the fleet in of the winds from far
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