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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Super Flumina Babylonis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept,<br> Remembering thee,<br>That for ages of agony hast endured, and slept,<br> And wouldst not see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the waters of Babylon we stood up and sang,<br> Considering thee,<br>That a blast of deliverance in the darkness rang,<br> To set thee free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with trumpets and thunderings and with morning song<br> Came up the light;<br>And thy spirit uplifted thee to forget thy wrong<br> As day doth night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thy sons were dejected not any more, as then<br> When thou wast shamed;<br>When thy lovers went heavily without heart, as men<br> Whose life was maimed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the desolate distances, with a great desire,<br> For thy love's sake,<br>With our hearts going back to thee, they were filled with fire,<br> Were nigh to break.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was said to us: &quot;Verily ye are great of heart,<br> But ye shall bend;<br>Ye are bondmen and bondwomen, to be scourged and smart,<br> To toil and tend.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with harrows men harrowed us, and subdued with spears,<br> And crushed with shame;<br>And the summer and winter was, and the length of years,<br> And no change came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the rivers of Italy, by the sacred streams,<br> By town, by tower,<br>There was feasting with revelling, there was sleep with dreams,<br> Until thine hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they slept and they rioted on their rose-hung beds,<br> With mouths on flame,<br>And with love-locks vine-chapleted, and with rose-crowned heads<br> And robes of shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they knew not their forefathers, nor the hills and streams<br> And words of power,<br>Nor the gods that were good to them, but with songs and dreams<br> Filled up their hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the rivers of Italy, by the dry streams' beds,<br> When thy time came,<br>There was casting of crowns from them, from their young men's heads,<br> The crowns of shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the horn of Eridanus, by the Tiber mouth,<br> As thy day rose,<br>They arose up and girded them to the north and south,<br> By seas, by snows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a water in January the frost confines,<br> Thy kings bound thee;<br>As a water in April is, in the new-blown vines,<br> Thy sons made free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thy lovers that looked for thee, and that mourned from far,<br> For thy sake dead,<br>We rejoiced in the light of thee, in the signal star<br> Above thine head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thy grief had we followed thee, in thy passion loved,<br> Loved in thy loss;<br>In thy shame we stood fast to thee, with thy pangs were moved,<br> Clung to thy cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the hillside of Calvary we beheld thy blood,<br> Thy bloodred tears,<br>As a mother's in bitterness, an unebbing flood,<br> Years upon years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the north was Gethsemane, without leaf or bloom,<br> A garden sealed;<br>And the south was Aceldama, for a sanguine fume<br> Hid all the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the stone of the sepulchre we returned to weep,<br> From far, from prison;<br>And the guards by it keeping it we beheld asleep,<br> But thou wast risen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And an angel's similitude by the unsealed grave,<br> And by the stone:<br>And the voice was angelical, to whose words God gave<br> Strength like his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Lo, the graveclothes of Italy that are folded up<br> In the grave's gloom!<br>And the guards as men wrought upon with a charmed cup,<br> By the open tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And her body most beautiful, and her shining head,<br> These are not here;<br>For your mother, for Italy, is not surely dead:<br> Have ye no fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;As of old time she spake to you, and you hardly heard,<br> Hardly took heed,<br>So now also she saith to you, yet another word,<br> Who is risen indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;By my saying she saith to you, in your ears she saith,<br> Who hear these things,<br>Put no trust in men's royalties, nor in great men's breath,<br> Nor words of kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For the life of them vanishes and is no more seen,<br> Nor no more known;<br>Nor shall any remember him if a crown hath been,<br> Or where a throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Unto each man his handiwork, unto each his crown,<br> The just Fate gives;<br>Whoso takes the world's life on him and his own lays down,<br> He, dying so, lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Whoso bears the whole heaviness of the wronged world's weight<br> And puts it by,<br>It is well with him suffering, though he face man's fate;<br> How should he die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Seeing death has no part in him any more, no power<br> Upon his head;<br>He has bought his eternity with a little hour,<br> And is not dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;For an hour, if ye look for him, he is no more found,<br> For one hour's space;<br>Then ye lift up your eyes to him and behold him crowned,<br> A deathless face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;On the mountains of memory, by the world's wellsprings,<br> In all men's eyes,<br>Where the light of the life of him is on all past things,<br> Death only dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Not the light that was quenched for us, nor the deeds that were,<br> Nor the ancient days,<br>Nor the sorrows not sorrowful, nor the face most fair<br> Of perfect praise.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the angel of Italy's resurrection said,<br> So yet he saith;<br>So the son of her suffering, that from breasts nigh dead<br> Drew life, not death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the pavement of Golgotha should be white as snow,<br> Not red, but white;<br>That the waters of Babylon should no longer flow,<br> And men see light.</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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That for ages of agony hast endured, and slept,
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 Considering thee,
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