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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ideal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome height <br>Shut paradise from exiled Adam’s sight, <br>Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to stray <br>On either hand, companions of his way; <br>This Hope was named in heaven, whence he came, <br>And that of Melancholy bore the name; <br>Thy parents these—who clothed thee with a ray <br>Snatched from Perfection as she passed away, <br>And to their gentle child bequeathed the grace <br>Wherewith they once adorned unfallen nature’s face. <br>Queen-mother of Elysiums, and all fair <br>Hesperian gardens, hear thy suppliant’s prayer! <br>Lend me the hues with which the mortal eyes <br>Thou dost bring back the tints of paradise— <br>Hues drawn from all the splendours that there be <br>In this new world, from earth and sky and sea; <br>From nameless flowers, that wild in forests run, <br>Up to the glories of the setting sun— <br>From those white flickers that round fountains leap, <br>From the phosphoric lightenings of the deep, <br>From wave-wet sands that glisten on the shore, <br>From blazing diamonds and rich-beaming ore; <br>From these by thee with native art combined, <br>And interblended with the light of mind; <br>These hues now lend thy suppliant, for he <br>The brilliant steps would trace of thy whole ministry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O for a golden lyre while first I sing <br>How thou dost lovelier make the loveliest thing! <br>Woman is beautiful!—no more—unless <br>Thou touch her beauty with thy soft caress; <br>Then sweeter sweets her form at once invest <br>Than breathe in gales of Araby the blest! <br>A thousand charms from thy fair soul are given, <br>And she outshines the very moon of heaven. <br>Lovely this prospect! Yet thy presence here <br>Doubles each glory of the golden year! <br>Breathes but thy influence o er a pasture plain, <br>And lo! ’tis flushed with Eden-glows again. <br>This light, how glorious! A sun-woven robe <br>Wrapping in living warmth the fruitful globe: <br>But if thy touch lend vision to our eyes, <br>We see celestial radiance flood the skies; <br>The common light burns with diviner flame, <br>“It is the light of God!” Our awestruck souls exclaim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O he whose wild heart leaps to thy wild call, <br>Hath yet some joy whatever may befall! <br>Hath yet some wealth where destitution reigns— <br>Nay, even some high inviolable gains <br>Where rapine sits enthroned, and slavery clanks her chains! <br>Still his possessions compass whatsoe er <br>Of good and beauteous nature treasures there! <br>Still the lone hill, wild vale, and pathless grove <br>Are his by the great solemn right of love; <br>For him what gold is in the morning’s hues! <br>What unbought jewels are the lucent dews! <br>What regal mansions are the brookside bowers! <br>What gay assemblies the balm-breathing flowers! <br>Then every bird that pipes a matin lay <br>Doth unto him unconscious tribute pay; <br>Yea, every grace of stream and wood and sky <br>Is vassal to his sovereign ear and eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the busy coils of Mammon’s brood <br>Fail like the voices of an ebbing flood, <br>And from the scenes that glared with her display <br>Pride-drunken fashion rolls fatigued away; <br>When from mild evening’s shadowy robe the breeze <br>Shakes cool delight and odorous messages; <br>And when no longer the sun’s beams fire-crest <br>The dusky hills, but round him in the west <br>Are gathered, even like a summoned host, <br>In gorgeous tents on the horizon’s coast, <br>Ere to the regions of a separate day <br>He rolls at length in purple pomp away; <br>Whilst yet—some moments yet—withdrawing gleams <br>Travel the air, and die along the streams; <br>A sumptuous festival that hour shall prove <br>To bathe his chosen soul with harmony and love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When up the unclouded heaven in starry sheen <br>Night walks like a gem-sprangled Ethiop queen, <br>And from her solemn curtains wide unfurled <br>Falls dense repose upon the drowsy world, <br>No sordid appetite, no passion mean, <br>Chains down thy votary to this mere terrene; <br>But following thee he freely soars afar <br>From moon to planet, and from star to star! <br>Yea, onward still he venturous may trace <br>Thy distant course through dimmest depths of space, <br>Till waxing bolder from the boundless flight, <br>He claim his kinship with the infinite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, though mournful he thy servant’s theme, <br>A tale of hapless love, or faded dream <br>Of worth, of men, whose spirits once so bright <br>Like halcyons gemmed the rivers of delight, <br>But fled misfortune’s wintry floods before, <br>Never to show their shining plumage more; <br>Still thou, thy hope-tired follower ever near, <br>Sublim’st each sigh and hallowest every tear, <br>Till even despair thy handmaid grows to be, <br>Sending a lurid light by its intensity <br>Through awful spirit depths thy foes can never see. <br>Doth danger threaten, and doth terror scream? <br>O’er their wild fronts a reconciling gleam <br>Thy wings reflect! The storm that rends the sky <br>And ploughs the ocean can, if thou art nigh, <br>Give to the heart stern strength and lift the soul on high! <br>Thou throw’st fierce loveliness o’er ruin’s face, <br>And over death’s calm brow a mild entrancing grace. <br>Nay, be thy glance but turned where devils dwell, <br>And a sad glory lightens out of hell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of dreams! Oh, let me grateful say <br>How thou hast brightened my lone earthly way! <br>When most beset by troubles stern and new, <br>When foes must triumphed, friends were most untrue, <br>My soul’s distractions thou hast all subdued <br>Through visions high of Love, and Liberty and Good. <br>Or stood I like a wizard, wild and lone, <br>On some great mountain’s cloud-frequented cone, <br>Meet altar of a universal fane, <br>Where no fiend-rites had left their murder-strain, <br>Thou gav’st me faith’s prophetic power, to seize <br>High consolation out of mysteries— <br>Those mystic terrors that low-muttering roll <br>Through life’s dim tract, the storm-clouds of the soul. <br>O spirit! Thus attend me to the last! <br>Brighten the future as thou did st the past! <br>May never aught thy splendid dreams dispel, <br>Till the hard Real earn the heart’s applause as well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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Shut paradise from exiled Adam’s sight, 
Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to stray 
On either hand, companions of his way; 
This Hope was named in heaven, whence he came, 
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