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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Twilight Of Disquietude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scant majesty of stars prevails <br>across the uncreated night, <br>and fate is in the wind that wails <br>or clamours on the lonely height. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years that go to make me man <br>this day are told a score and six <br>that should have set me magian <br>o'er my half-souls that struggle and mix. <br>But wisdom still remains a star <br>just hung within my aching ken, <br>and common prudence dwells afar <br>among contented homes of men. <br>In wide revolt and ruin tost <br>against whatever is or seems <br>my futile heart still wanders lost <br>in the same vast and impotent dreams. <br>On either hand life hurries by <br>its common joy, its common mirth; <br>I reach vague hands of sympathy, <br>a ghost upon this common earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said, And let horizons tempt <br>and windy gates of eastern flame, <br>henceforth my place is close and kempt <br>who know their mockery the same. <br>Tho' nearer to my humble garth <br>no star may win its law's release, <br>patience shall tend my modest hearth <br>and trim a golden flame of peace, <br>wherein, perchance, from near and far <br>shall mingle boons right glad to wed, <br>the mild ray of the distant star <br>and the mild oil earth's patience bred. <br>— No roof-tree join'd the unfinish'd walls; <br>no lamp might shine, nor hearth-fire burn: <br>only the wind — the wind that calls — <br>may sing me welcome..who return. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pangs that guard the gates of joy <br>the naked sword that will be kist, <br>how distant seem'd they to the boy, <br>white flashes in the rosy mist! <br>Ah, not where tender play was screen'd <br>in the light heart of leafy mirth <br>of that obdurate might we ween'd <br>that shakes the sure repose of earth. <br>And sudden, 'twixt a sun and sun, <br>the veil of dreaming is withdrawn: <br>lo, our disrupt dominion <br>and mountains solemn in the dawn; <br>hard paths that chase the dayspring's white, <br>and glooms that hold the nether heat: <br>oh, strange the world upheaved from night, <br>oh, dread the life before our feet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart was wandering in the sands, <br>a restless thing, a scorn apart; <br>Love set his fire in my hands, <br>I clasped the flame unto my heart. <br>Surely, I said, my heart shall turn <br>one fierce delight of pointed flame; <br>and in that holocaust shall burn <br>its old unrest and scorn and shame: <br>surely my heart the heavens at last <br>shall storm with fiery orisons, <br>and know, enthroned in the vast, <br>the fervid peace of molten suns. <br>The flame that feeds upon my heart <br>fades or flares, by wild winds controll'd: <br>my heart still walks a thing apart, <br>my heart is restless as of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The banners of the king unfold <br>to tend me on my evening way: <br>my trumpets flood the air with gold; <br>my pride uplifts the vanquish'd day. <br>The riches of my heart are bled <br>to feed the passion of the west: <br>the limpid springs of life are shed, <br>and Beauty bares her secret breast. <br>Hasten, O night with nuptial breath! <br>O hour remote from any face! <br>vain-glories fade to sweetest death <br>heart-whelm'd in her divine embrace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of the battles I would win? <br>alas! their glory is unheard: <br>the wind of song wakes not their din <br>wandering in shadowy glens unstirr'd. <br>— And the great sorrows that I dream'd? <br>not all unscathed I thought to rise <br>high in the dateless dawn, redeem'd, <br>and bare before eternal eyes. <br>— And is it then the end of dream? <br>O heart, that long'd for splendid woe, <br>our shame to endure this dire extreme <br>of joy we scorned so long ago! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disaster drives the shatter'd night <br>before its coming thro' the deep: <br>the soul is swept with monstrous flight <br>of fears upstartled from their sleep. <br>Its silent heaven is rolled away, <br>and shaken stars flit to and fro: <br>the mother-face is livid grey <br>with dumb apocalypse of woe. <br>The heart that knows its naked doom <br>awaits the unspoken shock of fate: <br>perchance, beyond these powers that loom <br>its hidden god shall rise more great. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother-deep, wise, yearning, bound, <br>I feel it press beneath my heart, <br>the deep where I were free and crown'd <br>o'er mine own realm, alone, apart. <br>It haunts, a grey unlit abysm, <br>thro' solitary eyelet-slits <br>pierced in the mean inflicted schism <br>where day deludes my purblind wits. <br>But mighty hands have lock'd the keep <br>and flung the key, long ages past: <br>there lies no way into the deep <br>that is myself, alone, aghast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do I know? myself alone, <br>a gulf of uncreated night, <br>wherein no star may e'er be shown <br>save I create it in my might. <br>What have I done? Oh foolish word, <br>and foolish deed your question craves! <br>think ye the sleeping depths are stirr'd <br>tho' tempest hound the madden'd waves? <br>What do I seek? I seek the word <br>that shall become the deed of might <br>whereby the sullen gulfs are stirr'd <br>and stars begotten on their night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the sea where good and evil merge. <br>The night is black: we sail towards what sun <br>or lurid star may flare below the verge. <br>This is the night where good or bad is none. <br>O wandering soul upon this darkling surge, <br>does it not pain thee for the days now done, <br>the narrow days ere some dark god did urge <br>to seek some isle where life is whole and one!</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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across the uncreated night, 
and fate is in the wind that wails 
or clamours on the lonely height. 

The years that go to make me man 
this day are told a score and six 
that should have set me magian 
o'er my half..."></div>
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