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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>MDCCCXCIII: A Prelude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet days of breaking light,<br>or yet the shadowy might<br>and blaze of starry strife<br>possess’d my life;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,<br>first hint and smiling play<br>of the compulsive force<br>that since my course</div><div style="margin:10px 0">across the years obeys;<br>not tho’ all earlier days<br>in me were buried, not<br>were ye forgot. –-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The northern kingdom’s dream,<br>prison’d in crystal gleam,<br>heard the pale flutes of spring,<br>her thin bells ring;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the tranced maiden’s eyes<br>open’d a far surmise,<br>and heavens and meadows grew<br>a tender blue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of petal-hearts that keep<br>thro’ their dark winter-sleep<br>true memory of delight,<br>a hidden light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then by her well Romance<br>waiting the fabled chance<br>dream’d all the forest-scene<br>in shifting green;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Melusina’s gaze<br>lurk’d in the shadow’d glaze<br>of waters gliding still,<br>a witching ill;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or lost Undine wept<br>where the hid streamlet crept,<br>to the dusk murmuring low<br>her silvery woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim breaths in the dim shade<br>of the romantic glade<br>told of the timid pain<br>that hearken’d, fain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how Beauty came to save<br>the prison’d life and wave<br>above the famish’d lands<br>her healing hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Beauty, in hidden ways<br>walking, a leafy maze<br>with magic odour dim,<br>far on life’s rim;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty, sweet pain to kiss,<br>Beauty, sharp pain to miss,<br>in sorrow or in joy<br>a dear annoy;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty, with waiting years<br>that bind the fount of tears<br>well-won if once her light<br>shine, before night).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the shy heart of youth<br>dared know its weening sooth,<br>then first thy godhead, Sun,<br>it’s life’s light one,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what time the hour outroll’d<br>its banner blazon’d gold<br>and all the honey’d time<br>rang rich with rhyme—-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">rhyme, and the liquid laugh<br>of girlish spring, to quaff<br>granted each heart, and shed<br>about each head</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a sound of harping blown<br>and airs of elfin tone<br>and gipsy waifs of song,<br>a dancing throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow meads of May<br>acclaim’d the louder lay,<br>more rapturously athirst<br>for that fierce burst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of Summer’s clarioning,<br>what time his fulgent wing<br>should cleave the crystal spell<br>his hot eyes tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">each charm beneath the veil<br>his eager hands assail<br>and his red lips be prest<br>against her breast,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">filling her every vein<br>with the diviner pain<br>of life beyond all dream<br>burning, supreme—-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(O natural ecstasy!<br>O highest grace, to be,<br>in every pulse to know<br>the Sungod’s glow!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thence the exulting strain<br>sped onward as a rain<br>of gold-linked notes<br>from unseen throats,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">till the mad heart, adust,<br>of August’s aching lust<br>to do her beauty wrong<br>broke, and the song;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in her poppied fate<br>ken life, grown all too great,<br>illumed with grateful breath<br>the lips of death. –-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those deep fibres hold<br>the season’s mortal gold,<br>by silent alchemy<br>of soul set free,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and woven in vision’d shower<br>as each most secret hour<br>sheds the continuing bliss<br>in song or kiss. –-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O poets I have loved<br>when in my soul first moved<br>desire to breathe in one<br>love, song and sun,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your pages that I turn,<br>your jewelled phrases burn<br>richly behind a haze<br>of golden days. –-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, O ye golden days,<br>tho’ since on stranger ways<br>to some undying war<br>the fatal star</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of unseen Beauty draw<br>this soul, to occult law<br>obedient ever, not<br>are ye forgot.</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>
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or yet the shadowy might
and blaze of starry strife
possess’d my life;

sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,
first hint and smiling play
of the compulsive force
that since my course

across the years obeys;
not tho’ all ..."></div>
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