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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Largest Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>I lie upon my bed and hear and see.<br>The moon is rising through the glistening trees;<br>And momently a great and sombre breeze,<br>With a vast voice returning fitfully,<br>Comes like a deep-toned grief, and stirs in me,<br>Somehow, by some inexplicable art,<br>A sense of my soul's strangeness, and its part<br>In the dark march of human destiny.<br>What am I, then, and what are they that pass<br>Yonder, and love and laugh, and mourn and weep?<br>What shall they know of me, or I, alas!<br>Of them? Little. At times, as if from sleep,<br>We waken to this yearning passionate mood,<br>And tremble at our spiritual solitude.<br>II<br>Nay, never once to feel we are alone,<br>While the great human heart around us lies:<br>To make the smile on other lips our own,<br>To live upon the light in others' eyes:<br>To breathe without a doubt the limped air<br>Of that most perfect love that knows no pain:<br>To say–I love you–only, and not care<br>Whether the love come back to us again:<br>Divinest self-forgetfulness, at first<br>A task, and then a tonic, then a need;<br>To greet with open hands the best and worst,<br>And only for another's wound to bleed:<br>This is to see the beauty that God meant,<br>Wrapped round with life, ineffably content.<br>III<br>There is a beauty at the goal of life,<br>A beauty growing since the world began,<br>Through every age and race, through lapse and strife<br>Till the great human soul complete her span.<br>Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,<br>The currents of blind passion that appall,<br>To listen and keep watch till we discern<br>The tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;<br>So to address our spirits to the height,<br>And so attune them to the valiant whole,<br>That the great light be clearer for our light,<br>And the great soul the stronger for our soul:<br>To have done this is to have lived, though fame<br>Remember us with no familiar name.</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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I lie upon my bed and hear and see.
The moon is rising through the glistening trees;
And momently a great and sombre breeze,
With a vast voice returning fitfully,
Comes like a deep-toned grief, and stirs in me,
Somehow, by some inexplicable art,..."></div>
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