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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Vision Of Repentance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a famous fountain, in my dream,<br>Where shady path-ways to a valley led;<br>A weeping willow lay upon that stream,<br>And all around the fountain brink were spread<br>Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad,<br>Forming a doubtful twilight-desolate and sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The place was such, that whoso enter'd in,<br>Disrobed was of every earthly thought,<br>And straight became as one that knew not sin,<br>Or to the world's first innocence was brought;<br>Enseem'd it now, he stood on holy ground,<br>In sweet and tender melancholy wrapt around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A most strange calm stole o'er my soothed sprite;<br>Long time I stood, and longer had I staid,<br>When, lo! I saw, saw by the sweet moon-light,<br>Which came in silence o'er that silent shade,<br>Where, near the fountain, something like despair <br>Made, of that weeping willow, garlands for her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And eke with painful fingers she inwove<br>Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn-<br>'The willow garland, that was for her love,<br>And these her bleeding temples would adorn.'<br>With sighs her heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell,<br>As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To whom when I addrest myself to speak,<br>She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said;<br>The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek,<br>And, gath'ring up her loose attire, she fled<br>To the dark covert of that woody shade,<br>And in her goings seem'd a timid gentle maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Revolving in my mind what this should mean,<br>And why that lovely lady plained so;<br>Perplex'd in thought at that mysterious scene,<br>And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go,<br>I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around,<br>When from the shades came slow a small and plaintive sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Psyche am I, who love to dwell<br>In these brown shades, this woody dell,<br>Where never busy mortal came,<br>Till now, to pry upon my shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At thy feet what thou dost see<br>The waters of repentance be,<br>Which, night and day, I must augment<br>With tears, like a true penitent,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If haply so my day of grace<br>Be not yet past; and this lone place,<br>O'er-shadowy, dark, excludeth hence<br>All thoughts but grief and penitence.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid!<br>And wherefore in this barren shade<br>Thy hidden thoughts with sorrow feed?<br>Can thing so fair repentance need?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'O! I have done a deed of shame,<br>And tainted is my virgin fame,<br>And stain'd the beauteous maiden white,<br>In which my bridal robes were dight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'And who the promised spouse, declare:<br>And what those bridal garments were.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Severe and saintly righteousness<br>Compos'd the clear white bridal dress;<br>Jesus, the son of Heaven's high king,<br>Bought with his blood the marriage ring.<br>A wretched sinful creature, I<br>Deem'd lightly of that sacred tie,<br>Gave to a treacherous world my heart,<br>And play'd the foolish wanton's part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Soon to these murky shades I came,<br>To hide from the sun's light my shame.<br>And still I haunt this woody dell,<br>And bathe me in that healing well,<br>Whose waters clear have influence<br>From sin's foul stains the soul to cleanse;<br>And, night and day, I them augment,<br>With tears, like a true penitent,<br>Until, due expiation made,<br>And fit atonement fully paid,<br>The lord and bridegroom me present,<br>Where in sweet strains of high consent,<br>God's throne before, the Seraphim<br>Shall chaunt the extatic marriage hymn.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Now Christ restore thee soon'-I said,<br>And thenceforth all my dream was fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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A weeping willow lay upon that stream,
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