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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soothsay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let no man ask thee of anything <br>Not yearborn between Spring and Spring. <br>More of all worlds than he can know, <br>Each day the single sun doth show. <br>A trustier gloss than thou canst give <br>From all wise scrolls demonstrative, <br>The sea doth sigh and the wind sing.<br>Let no man awe thee on any height <br>Of earthly kingship's mouldering might. <br>The dust his heel holds meet for thy brow <br>Hath all of it been what both are now; <br>And thou and he may plague together <br>A beggar's eyes in some dusty weather <br>When none that is now knows sound or sight.<br>Crave thou no dower of earthly things <br>Unworthy Hope's imaginings. <br>To have brought true birth of Song to be <br>And to have won hearts to Poesy, <br>Or anywhere in the sun or rain <br>To have loved and been beloved again, <br>Is loftiest reach of Hope's bright wings.<br>The wild waifs cast up by the sea <br>Are diverse ever seasonably. <br>Even so the soul-tides still may land <br>A different drift upon the sand. <br>But one the sea is evermore: <br>And one be still, 'twixt shore and shore, <br>As the sea's life, thy soul in thee.<br>Say, hast thou pride? How then may fit <br>Thy mood with flatterers' silk-spun wit? <br>Haply the sweet voice lifts thy crest, <br>A breeze of fame made manifest. <br>Nay, but then chaf'st at flattery? Pause: <br>Be sure thy wrath is not because <br>It makes thee feel thou lovest it.<br>Let thy soul strive that still the same <br>Be early friendship's sacred flame. <br>The affinities have strongest part <br>In youth, and draw men heart to heart: <br>As life wears on and finds no rest, <br>The individual in each breast <br>Is tyrannous to sunder them.<br>In the life-drama's stern cue-call, <br>A friend's a part well-prized by all: <br>And if thou meet an enemy, <br>What art thou that none such should be? <br>Even so: but if the two parts run <br>Into each other and grow one, <br>Then comes the curtain's cue to fall.<br>Whate'er by other's need is claimed <br>More than by thine,—to him unblamed <br>Resign it: and if he should hold <br>What more than he thou lack'st, bread, gold, <br>Or any good whereby we live,— <br>To thee such substance let him give <br>Freely: nor he nor thou be shamed.<br>Strive that thy works prove equal: lest <br>That work which thou hast done the best <br>Should come to be to thee at length <br>(Even as to envy seems the strength <br>Of others) hateful and abhorr'd,— <br>Thine own above thyself made lord,— <br>Of self-rebuke the bitterest.<br>Unto the man of yearning thought <br>And aspiration, to do nought <br>Is in itself almost an act,— <br>Being chasm-fire and cataract <br>Of the soul's utter depths unseal'd. <br>Yet woe to thee if once thou yield <br>Unto the act of doing nought!<br>How callous seems beyond revoke <br>The clock with its last listless stroke! <br>How much too late at length!—to trace <br>The hour on its forewarning face, <br>The thing thou hast not dared to do!… <br>Behold, this may be thus! Ere true <br>It prove, arise and bear thy yoke.<br>Let lore of all Theology <br>Be to thy soul what it can be: <br>But know,—the Power that fashions man <br>Measured not out thy little span <br>For thee to take the meting-rod <br>In turn, and so approve on God <br>Thy science of Theometry.<br>To God at best, to chance at worst, <br>Give thanks for good things, last as first. <br>But windstrown blossom is that good <br>Whose apple is not gratitude. <br>Even if no prayer uplift thy face, <br>Let the sweet right to render grace <br>As thy soul's cherished child be nurs'd.<br>Didst ever say, “Lo, I forget”? <br>Such thought was to remember yet. <br>As in a gravegarth, count to see <br>The monuments of memory. <br>Be this thy soul's appointed scope:—<br>Gaze onward without claim to hope, <br>Nor, gazing backward, court regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Not yearborn between Spring and Spring. 
More of all worlds than he can know, 
Each day the single sun doth show. 
A trustier gloss than thou canst give 
From all wise scrolls demonstrative, 
The sea doth sigh and ..."></div>
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