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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351429" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ocean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">... Oceanward I am ever yearning,<br>Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,<br>The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,<br>Forever wandering and returning.<br>The skies may lower, the land may call it,<br>It knows no resting and knows no yielding.<br>In nights of summer, in storms of winter,<br>Its surges murmur the self-same longing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, oceanward I am ever yearning,<br>Where far is lifted its broad, cold forehead!<br>Thereon the world throws its deepest shadow<br>And mirrors whispering all its anguish.<br>Though warm and blithesome the bright sun stroke it<br>With joyous message, that life is gladness,<br>Yet ice-cold, changelessly melancholy,<br>It drowns the sorrow and drowns the solace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The full moon pulling, the tempest lifting,<br>Must loose their hold on the flowing water.<br>Down whirling lowlands and crumbling mountains<br>It to eternity tireless washes.<br>What forth it draws must the one way wander.<br>What once is sunken arises never.<br>No message comes thence, no cry is heard thence;<br>Its voice, its silence, can none interpret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, toward the ocean, far out toward ocean,<br>That knows no hour of self-atonement!<br>For all that suffer release it offers,<br>But trails forever its own enigma.<br>A strange alliance with Death unites it,<br>That all it give Him,--itself excepting!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel, vast Ocean, thy solemn sadness,<br>To thee abandon my weak devices,<br>To thee let fly all my anxious longings:<br>May thy cool breath to my heart bring healing!<br>Let Death now follow, his booty seeking:<br>The moves are many before the checkmate!<br>Awhile I'll harass thy love of plunder,<br>As on I scud 'neath thy angry eyebrows;<br>Thou only fillest my swelling mainsail,<br>Though Death ride fast on thy howling tempest;<br>Thy billows raging shall bear the faster<br>My little vessel to quiet waters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Thus alone at the helm in darkness,<br>By all forsaken, by Death forgotten,<br>When sails unknown far away are wafted<br>And some swift-coursing by night are passing,<br>To note the ground-swell's resistless current,<br>The sighing heart of the breathing ocean --<br>Or small waves plashing along the planking,<br>Its quiet pastime amid its sadness.<br>Then glide my lingering longings over<br>Into the ocean-deep grief of nature,<br>The night's, the water's united coldness<br>Prepares my spirit for death's dark dwelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then comes day's dawning! My soul bounds upward<br>On beams of light to the vault of heaven;<br>My ship-steed sniffing its flank is laving<br>With buoyant zest in the cooling billow.<br>With song the sailor to masthead clambers<br>To clear the sail that shall swell more freely,<br>And thoughts are flying like birds aweary<br>Round mast and yard-arm, but find no refuge. ...<br>Yes, toward the ocean! To follow Vikar!<br>To sail like him and to sink as he did,<br>For great King Olaf the prow defending!<br>With keel unswerving the cold thought cleaving,<br>But hope deriving from lightest breezes!<br>Death's eager fingers so near the rudder,<br>While heaven's clearness the way illumines!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then at last in the final hour<br>To feel the bolts and the nails are yielding<br>And Death is pressing the seams asunder,<br>That in may stream the absolving water!<br>Wet winding-sheets shall be folded round me,<br>And I descend to eternal silence,<br>While rolling billows my name bear shoreward<br>In spacious nights 'neath the cloudless moonlight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,
The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,
Forever wandering and returning.
The skies may lower, the land may call it,
It knows no resting and knows no yielding.
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