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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peccavi, Domine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Power to whom this earthly clime<br>Is but an atom in the whole,<br>O Poet-heart of Space and Time,<br>O Maker and Immortal Soul,<br>Within whose glowing rings are bound,<br>Out of whose sleepless heart had birth<br>The cloudy blue, the starry round,<br>And this small miracle of earth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who liv'st in every living thing,<br>And all things are thy script and chart,<br>Who rid'st upon the eagle's wing,<br>And yearnest in the human heart;<br>O Riddle with a single clue,<br>Love, deathless, protean, secure,<br>The ever old, the ever new,<br>O Energy, serene and pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who art also part of me,<br>Whose glory I have sometime seen,<br>O Vision of the Ought-to-be,<br>O Memory of the Might-have-been,<br>I have had glimpses of thy way,<br>And moved with winds and walked with stars,<br>But, weary, I have fallen astray,<br>And, wounded, who shall count my scars?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Master, all my strength is gone;<br>Unto the very earth I bow;<br>I have no light to lead me on;<br>With aching heart and burning brow,<br>I lie as one that travaileth<br>In sorrow more than he can bear;<br>I sit in darkness as of death,<br>And scatter dust upon my hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God within my soul hath slept,<br>And I have shamed the nobler rule;<br>O Master, I have whined and crept;<br>O Spirit, I have played the fool.<br>Like him of old upon whose head<br>His follies hung in dark arrears,<br>I groan and travail in my bed,<br>And water it with bitter tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand upon thy mountain-heads,<br>And gaze until mine eyes are dim;<br>The golden morning glows and spreads;<br>The hoary vapours break and swim.<br>I see thy blossoming fields, divine,<br>Thy shining clouds, thy blessed trees--<br>And then that broken soul of mine--<br>How much less beautiful than these!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Spirit, passionless, but kind,<br>Is there in all the world, I cry,<br>Another one so base and blind,<br>Another one so weak as I?<br>O Power, unchangeable, but just,<br>Impute this one good thing to me,<br>I sink my spirit to the dust<br>In utter dumb humility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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Is but an atom in the whole,
O Poet-heart of Space and Time,
O Maker and Immortal Soul,
Within whose glowing rings are bound,
Out of whose sleepless heart had birth
The cloudy blue, the starry round,
And this sma..."></div>
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