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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mater Triumphalis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother of man's time-travelling generations,<br> Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,<br>God above all Gods worshipped of all nations,<br> Light above light, law beyond law, thou art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy face is as a sword smiting in sunder<br> Shadows and chains and dreams and iron things;<br>The sea is dumb before thy face, the thunder<br> Silent, the skies are narrower than thy wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angels and Gods, spirit and sense, thou takest<br> In thy right hand as drops of dust or dew;<br>The temples and the towers of time thou breakest,<br> His thoughts and words and works, to make them new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All we have wandered from thy ways, have hidden<br> Eyes from thy glory and ears from calls they heard;<br>Called of thy trumpets vainly, called and chidden,<br> Scourged of thy speech and wounded of thy word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have known thee and have not known thee; stood beside thee,<br> Felt thy lips breathe, set foot where thy feet trod,<br>Loved and renounced and worshipped and denied thee,<br> As though thou wert but as another God,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;One hour for sleep,&quot; we said, &quot;and yet one other;<br> All day we served her, and who shall serve by night?&quot;<br>Not knowing of thee, thy face not knowing, O mother,<br> O light wherethrough the darkness is as light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men that forsook thee hast thou not forsaken,<br> Races of men that knew not hast thou known;<br>Nations that slept thou hast doubted not to waken,<br> Worshippers of strange Gods to make thine own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All old grey histories hiding thy clear features,<br> O secret spirit and sovereign, all men's tales,<br>Creeds woven of men thy children and thy creatures,<br> They have woven for vestures of thee and for veils.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine hands, without election or exemption,<br> Feed all men fainting from false peace or strife,<br>O thou, the resurrection and redemption,<br> The godhead and the manhood and the life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy wings shadow the waters; thine eyes lighten<br> The horror of the hollows of the night;<br>The depths of the earth and the dark places brighten<br> Under thy feet, whiter than fire is white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death is subdued to thee, and hell's bands broken;<br> Where thou art only is heaven; who hears not thee,<br>Time shall not hear him; when men's names are spoken,<br> A nameless sign of death shall his name be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deathless shall be the death, the name be nameless;<br> Sterile of stars his twilight time of breath;<br>With fire of hell shall shame consume him shameless,<br> And dying, all the night darken his death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years are as thy garments, the world's ages<br> As sandals bound and loosed from thy swift feet;<br>Time serves before thee, as one that hath for wages<br> Praise or shame only, bitter words or sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou sayest &quot;Well done,&quot; and all a century kindles;<br> Again thou sayest &quot;Depart from sight of me,&quot;<br>And all the light of face of all men dwindles,<br> And the age is as the broken glass of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is as a seal set on men's faces,<br> On faces fallen of men that take no light,<br>Nor give light in the deeps of the dark places,<br> Blind things, incorporate with the body of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their souls are serpents winterbound and frozen,<br> Their shame is as a tame beast, at their feet<br>Couched; their cold lips deride thee and thy chosen,<br> Their lying lips made grey with dust for meat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then when their time is full and days run over,<br> The splendour of thy sudden brow made bare<br>Darkens the morning; thy bared hands uncover<br> The veils of light and night and the awful air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the world naked as a new-born maiden<br> Stands virginal and splendid as at birth,<br>With all thine heaven of all its light unladen,<br> Of all its love unburdened all thine earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the utter earth and the utter air of heaven<br> And the extreme depth is thine and the extreme height;<br>Shadows of things and veils of ages riven<br> Are as men's kings unkingdomed in thy sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the iron years, the centuries brazen-gated,<br> By the ages' barred impenetrable doors,<br>From the evening to the morning have we waited,<br> Should thy foot haply sound on the awful floors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The floors untrodden of the sun's feet glimmer,<br> The star-unstricken pavements of the night;<br>Do the lights burn inside? the lights wax dimmer<br> On festal faces withering out of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowned heads lose the light on them; it may be<br> Dawn is at hand to smite the loud feast dumb;<br>To blind the torch-lit centuries till the day be,<br> The feasting kingdoms till thy kingdom come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall it not come? deny they or dissemble,<br> Is it not even as lightning from on high<br>Now? and though many a soul close eyes and tremble,<br> How should they tremble at all who love thee as I?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am thine harp between thine hands, O mother!<br> All my strong chords are strained with love of thee.<br>We grapple in love and wrestle, as each with other<br> Wrestle the wind and the unreluctant sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am no courtier of thee sober-suited,<br> Who loves a little for a little pay.<br>Me not thy winds and storms nor thrones disrooted<br> Nor molten crowns nor thine own sins dismay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sinned hast thou sometime, therefore art thou sinless;<br> Stained hast thou been, who art therefore without stain;<br>Even as man's soul is kin to thee, but kinless<br> Thou, in whose womb Time sows the all-various grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not bid thee spare me, O dreadful mother!<br> I pray thee that thou spare not, of thy grace.<br>How were it with me then, if ever another<br> Should come to stand before thee in this my place?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the trumpet at thy lips, thy clarion<br> Full of thy cry, sonorous with thy breath;<br>The graves of souls born worms and creeds grown carrion<br> Thy blast of judgment fills with fires of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the player whose organ-keys are thunders,<br> And I beneath thy foot the pedal prest;<br>Thou art the ray whereat the rent night sunders,<br> And I the cloudlet borne upon thy breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall burn up before thee, pass and perish,<br> As haze in sunrise on the red sea-line;<br>But thou from dawn to sunsetting shalt cherish<br> The thoughts that led and souls that lighted mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reared between night and noon and truth and error,<br> Each twilight-travelling bird that trills and screams<br>Sickens at midday, nor can face for terror<br> The imperious heaven's inevitable extremes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no spirit of skill with equal fingers<br> At sign to sharpen or to slacken strings;<br>I keep no time of song with gold-perched singers<br> And chirp of linnets on the wrists of kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am thy storm-thrush of the days that darken,<br> Thy petrel in the foam that bears thy bark<br>To port through night and tempest; if thou hearken,<br> My voice is in thy heaven before the lark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My song is in the mist that hides thy morning,<br> My cry is up before the day for thee;<br>I have heard thee and beheld thee and give warning,<br> Before thy wheels divide the sky and sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Birds shall wake with thee voiced and feathered fairer,<br> To see in summer what I see in spring;<br>I have eyes and heart to endure thee, O thunder-bearer,<br> And they shall be who shall have tongues to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have love at least, and have not fear, and part not<br> From thine unnavigable and wingless way;<br>Thou tarriest, and I have not said thou art not,<br> Nor all thy night long have denied thy day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness to daylight shall lift up thy paean,<br> Hill to hill thunder, vale cry back to vale,<br>With wind-notes as of eagles AEschylean,<br> And Sappho singing in the nightingale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sung to by mighty sons of dawn and daughters,<br> Of this night's songs thine ear shall keep but one;<br>That supreme song which shook the channelled waters,<br> And called thee skyward as God calls the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, though all heaven again be fire above thee;<br> Though death before thee come to clear thy sky;<br>Let us but see in his thy face who love thee;<br> Yea, though thou slay us, arise and let us die.</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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 Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart,
God above all Gods worshipped of all nations,
 Light above light, law beyond law, thou art.

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