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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Poesy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet do not thou forsake me now, <br> Poesy, with Peace-together! <br>Ere this last disastrous blow <br>Did lay my struggling fortunes low, <br>In love unworn have we not borne <br> Much wintry weather? <br>The storm is past, perhaps the last, <br> Its rainy skirts are wearing over <br>But though yet a sunnier glow <br>Should give my ice-bound hopes to flow, <br>Forlorn of thee, ’twere nought to me <br> A lonely rover! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, misery! what were then my lot <br> Amongst a race of unbelievers <br>Sordid men who all declare <br>That earthly gain alone is fair, <br>And they who pore on bardic lore <br> Deceived deceivers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That all the love I’ve felt to move <br> Round beauty in thy fountain laving, <br>Move in music through the air, <br>Gathering increase everywhere, <br>The more to bless her loveliness, <br> Was Folly raving! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That to believe thought yet shall weave,— <br> Although with arm’d oppression coping, <br>Truth-bright banners which, unfurled, <br>Shall herald freedom through the world, <br>And give to man her kindly plan, <br> Is Folly hoping! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On thy breast in sabbath rest <br> How often have I lain, deep musing <br>In the golden eventide, <br>Till all the dead, for truth that died, <br>Looked from the skies with starry eyes, <br> Great thoughts infusing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But can it be life’s mystery <br> Is but a baseless panorama, <br>Peopled thick with passing dreams, <br>Wild writhing glooms, and wandering gleams, <br>And soul a breath exhaled by death, <br> Which ends the drama? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then is the scope of this world’s hope <br> No more than worldlings deem it ever, <br>Earth and sky, with nought between <br>Of spiritual truth serene: <br>And if so, fly! for thou and I <br> At once should sever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if there lives, as love believes, <br> All underneath this silent heaven, <br>In yon shades, and by yon streams, <br>As we have seen them in our dreams, <br>A deathless race; still let thy grace <br> My being leaven! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy mystic grace! that face to face <br> Full converse I may hold with nature, <br>Seeing published everywhere <br>In forms, the soul that makes her fair, <br>And grow the while to her large style <br> In mental stature. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></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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 Poesy, with Peace-together! 
Ere this last disastrous blow 
Did lay my struggling fortunes low, 
In love unworn have we not borne 
 Much wintry weather? 
The storm is past, perhaps the last, 
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