<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>1897</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in my hidden country stands a peak, <br>and none hath known its name <br>and none, save I, hath even skill to seek: <br>thence my wild spirit came. <br>Thither I turn, when the day's garish world <br>too long hath vex'd my sight, <br>and bare my limbs where the great winds are whirl'd <br>and life's undreaded might. <br>For there I know the pools of clearest blue, <br>glad wells of simple sooth, <br>there, steep'd in strength of glacier springs, renew <br>the lucid body of youth, <br>there I alone may know the joy of quest <br>and keen delight of cold, <br>or rest, what time the night with naked breast <br>and shaken hair of gold, <br>folds me so close, that her great breath would seem <br>to fill the darkling heart <br>with solemn certainty of ancient dream <br>or whisperingly to impart <br>aeonian life, larger than seas of light, <br>more limpid than the dawn: <br>there, when my foot hath touch'd the topmost height, <br>the fire from heaven is drawn. <br>If any murmur that my 'sdainful hand <br>withholds its sacrifice <br>where ranged unto the Law the peoples stand, <br>let this blown word suffice: <br>The gift of self is self's most sacred right: <br>only where none hath trod, <br>only upon my secret starry height <br>I abdicate to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+John+Brennan">Christopher John Brennan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357178" data-title="1897 de Christopher John Brennan" data-description="Deep in my hidden country stands a peak, and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill to seek: thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day's garish world too long hath vex'd my sight, and bare my limbs where th..."></div> </div> </div>

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