<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357185" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come Out, Come Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? <br>or will ye sit and stifle in your prison-homes <br>dreaming of some master that holds the winds in leash <br>and the waves of darkness yonder in the gaunt hollow of night? <br>nay, there is none that rules: all is a strife of the winds <br>and the night shall billow in storm full oft ere all be done. <br>For this is the hard doom that is laid on all of you, <br>to be that whereof ye dream, dreaming against your will. <br>But first ye must travel the many ways, and your close-wrapt souls <br>must be blown thro' with the rain that comes from the homeless dark: <br>for until ye have had care of the wastes there shall be no truce <br>for them nor you, nor home, but ever the ancient feud; <br>and the soul of man must house the cry of the darkling waves <br>as he follows the ridge above the waters shuddering to-wards night, <br>and the rains and the winds that roam anhunger'd for some heart's warmth. <br>Go: tho' ye find it bitter, yet must ye be bare <br>to the wind and the sea and the night and the wail of birds in the sky; <br>go: tho' the going be hard and the goal blinded with rain <br>yet the staying is a death that is never soften'd with sleep.</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=357185" data-title="Come Out, Come Out de Christopher John Brennan" data-description="Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your prison-homes dreaming of some master that holds the winds in leash and the waves of darkness yonder in the gaunt hollow of night? nay, there is none th..."></div> </div> </div>

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