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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perinde AC Cadaver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a vision Liberty stood<br> By the childless charm-stricken bed<br>Where, barren of glory and good,<br>Knowing nought if she would not or would,<br> England slept with her dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face that the foam had whitened,<br> Her hands that were strong to strive,<br>Her eyes whence battle had lightened,<br>Over all was a drawn shroud tightened<br> To bind her asleep and alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She turned and laughed in her dream<br> With grey lips arid and cold;<br>She saw not the face as a beam<br>Burn on her, but only a gleam<br> Through her sleep as of new-stamped gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the goddess, with terrible tears<br> In the light of her down-drawn eyes,<br>Spake fire in the dull sealed ears;<br>"Thou, sick with slumbers and fears,<br> Wilt thou sleep now indeed or arise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"With dreams and with words and with light<br> Memories and empty desires<br>Thou hast wrapped thyself round all night;<br>Thou hast shut up thine heart from the right,<br> And warmed thee at burnt-out fires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yet once if I smote at thy gate,<br> Thy sons would sleep not, but heard;<br>O thou that wast found so great,<br>Art thou smitten with folly or fate<br> That thy sons have forgotten my word?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Cromwell's mother, O breast<br> That suckled Milton! thy name<br>That was beautiful then, that was blest,<br>Is it wholly discrowned and deprest,<br> Trodden under by sloth into shame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Why wilt thou hate me and die?<br> For none can hate me and live.<br>What ill have I done to thee? why<br>Wilt thou turn from me fighting, and fly,<br> Who would follow thy feet and forgive?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou hast seen me stricken, and said,<br> What is it to me? I am strong:<br>Thou hast seen me bowed down on my dead<br>And laughed and lifted thine head,<br> And washed thine hands of my wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou hast put out the soul of thy sight;<br> Thou hast sought to my foemen as friend,<br>To my traitors that kiss me and smite,<br>To the kingdoms and empires of night<br> That begin with the darkness, and end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Turn thee, awaken, arise,<br> With the light that is risen on the lands,<br>With the change of the fresh-coloured skies;<br>Set thine eyes on mine eyes,<br> Lay thy hands in my hands."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She moved and mourned as she heard,<br> Sighed and shifted her place,<br>As the wells of her slumber were stirred<br>By the music and wind of the word,<br> Then turned and covered her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah," she said in her sleep,<br> "Is my work not done with and done?<br>Is there corn for my sickle to reap?<br>And strange is the pathway, and steep,<br> And sharp overhead is the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I have done thee service enough,<br> Loved thee enough in my day;<br>Now nor hatred nor love<br>Nor hardly remembrance thereof<br> Lives in me to lighten my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And is it not well with us here?<br> Is change as good as is rest?<br>What hope should move me, or fear,<br>That eye should open or ear,<br> Who have long since won what is best?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Where among us are such things<br> As turn men's hearts into hell?<br>Have we not queens without stings,<br>Scotched princes, and fangless kings?<br> Yea," she said, "we are well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We have filed the teeth of the snake<br> Monarchy, how should it bite?<br>Should the slippery slow thing wake,<br>It will not sting for my sake;<br> Yea," she said, "I do right."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So spake she, drunken with dreams,<br> Mad; but again in her ears<br>A voice as of storm-swelled streams<br>Spake; "No brave shame then redeems<br> Thy lusts of sloth and thy fears?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thy poor lie slain of thine hands,<br> Their starved limbs rot in thy sight;<br>As a shadow the ghost of thee stands<br>Among men living and lands,<br> And stirs not leftward or right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Freeman he is not, but slave,<br> Who stands not out on my side;<br>His own hand hollows his grave,<br>Nor strength is in me to save<br> Where strength is none to abide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Time shall tread on his name<br> That was written for honour of old,<br>Who hath taken in change for fame<br>Dust, and silver, and shame,<br> Ashes, and iron, and gold."</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=342046" data-title="Perinde AC Cadaver de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bed Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she would not or would, England slept with her dead. 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