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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cathair Fhargus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(FERGUS'S SEAT.)<br>A mountain in the Island of Arran, the summit of which resembles a gigantic <br>human profile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH face turned upward to the changeful sky, <br>I, Fergus, lie, supine in frozen rest; <br>The maiden morning clouds slip rosily <br>Unclasped, unclasping, down my granite breast; <br>The lightning strikes my brow and passes by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nothing new beneath the sun, I wot: <br>I, 'Fergus' called,--the great pre-Adamite, <br>Who for my mortal body blindly sought <br>Rash immortality, and on this height <br>Stone-bound, forever am and yet am not,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nothing new beneath the sun, I say. <br>Ye pigmies of a later race, who come <br>And play out your brief generation's play <br>Below me, know, I too spent my life's sum, <br>And revelled through my short tumultuous day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, what is man that he should mouth so grand <br>Through his poor thousand as his seventy years? <br>Whether as king I ruled a trembling land, <br>Or swayed by tongue or pen my meaner peers, <br>Or earth's whole learning once did understand,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter? The star-angels know it all. <br>They who came sweeping through the silent night <br>And stood before me, yet did not appal: <br>Till, fighting 'gainst me in their courses bright,* <br>Celestial smote terrestrial.--Hence, my fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hence, Heaven cursed me with a granted prayer; <br>Made my hill-seat eternal: bade me keep <br>My pageant of majestic lone despair, <br>While one by one into the infinite deep <br>Sank kindred, realm, throne, world: yet I lay there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There still I lie. Where are my glories fled? <br>My wisdom that I boasted as divine? <br>My grand primeval women fair, who shed <br>Their whole life's joy to crown one hour of mine, <br>And live to curse the love they coveted? <br>___________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The stars in their courses fought against Sisera.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone--gone. Uncounted æons have rolled by, <br>And still my ghost sits by its corpse of stone, <br>And still the blue smile of the new-formed sky <br>Finds me unchanged. Slow centuries crawling on <br>Bring myriads happy death:--I cannot die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My stone shape mocks the dead man's peaceful face, <br>And straightened arm that will not labor more; <br>And yet I yearn for a mean six-foot space <br>To moulder in, with daisies growing o'er, <br>Rather than this unearthly resting-place;-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where pinnacled, my silent effigy <br>Against the sunset rising clear and cold, <br>Startles the musing mstranger sailing by, <br>And calls up thoughts that never can be told, <br>Of life, and death, and immortality. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I?--I watch this after world that creeps <br>Nearer and nearer to the feet of God: <br>Ay, though it labors, struggles, sins, and weeps, <br>Yet, love-drawn, follows ever Him who trod <br>Through dim Gethsemane to Cavalry's steeps. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O glorious shame! O royal servitude! <br>High lowliness, and ignorance all-wise! <br>Pure life with death, and death with life imbued;-- <br>My centuried splendors crumble 'neath Thine eyes, <br>Thou Holy One who died upon the Rood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, face upward to the Christian heaven, <br>I, Fergus, lie: expectant, humble, calm; <br>Dumb emblem of the faith to me not given; <br>The clouds drop chrism, the stars their midnight psalm <br>Chant over one, who passed away unshriven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am the Resurrection and the Life.', <br>So from yon mountain graveyard cries the dust <br>Of child to parent, husband unto wife, <br>Consoling, and believing in the Just:-- <br>Christ lives, though all the universe died in strife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore my granite lips forever pray, <br>'O rains, wash out my sin of self abhorred: <br>O sun, melt thou my heart of stone away, <br>Out of Thy plenteous mercy save me, Lord.' <br>And thus I wait till Resurrection-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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