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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By the Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light <br>Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird <br>Wide-winged that soars on the smooth gale and sleeps, <br>Was it from sun far-set or moon unrisen? <br>Whether from moon, or sun, or angel’s face <br>It held my heart from motion, stayed my blood, <br>Betrayed each rising thought to quiet death <br>Along the blind charm’d way to nothingness, <br>Lull’d the last nerve that ached. It was a sky <br>Made for a man to waste his will upon, <br>To be received as wiser than all toil, <br>And much more fair. And what was strife of men? <br>And what was time? <br> <br> Then came a certain thing. <br>Are intimations for the elected soul <br>Dubious, obscure, of unauthentic power <br>Since ghostly to the intellectual eye, <br>Shapeless to thinking? Nay, but are not we <br>Servile to words and an usurping brain, <br>Infidels of our own high mysteries, <br>Until the senses thicken and lose the world, <br>Until the imprisoned soul forgets to see, <br>And spreads blind fingers forth to reach the day, <br>Which once drank light, and fed on angels’ food? <br> <br>It happened swiftly, came and straight was gone. <br> <br>One standing on some aery balcony <br>And looking down upon a swarming crowd <br>Sees one man beckon to him with finger-tip <br>While eyes meet eyes; he turns and looks again— <br>The man is lost, and the crowd sways and swarms. <br>Shall such an one say, ‘Thus ’tis proved a dream, <br>And no hand beckoned, no eyes met my own?’ <br>Neither can I say this. There was a hint, <br>A thrill, a summons faint yet absolute, <br>Which ran across the West; the sky was touch’d, <br>And failed not to respond. Does a hand pass <br>Lightly across your hair? you feel it pass <br>Not half so heavy as a cobweb’s weight, <br>Although you never stir; so felt the sky <br>Not unaware of the Presence, so my soul <br>Scarce less aware. And if I cannot say <br>The meaning and monition, words are weak <br>Which will not paint the small wing of a moth, <br>Nor bear a subtile odour to the brain, <br>And much less serve the soul in her large needs. <br>I cannot tell the meaning, but a change <br>Was wrought in me; it was not the one man <br>Who came to the luminous window to gaze forth, <br>And who moved back into the darkened room <br>With awe upon his heart and tender hope; <br>From some deep well of life tears rose; the throng <br>Of dusty cares, hopes, pleasures, prides fell off, <br>And from a sacred solitude I gazed <br>Deep, deep into the liquid eyes of Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Dowden">Edward Dowden</a><div class=q>
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Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird 
Wide-winged that soars on the smooth gale and sleeps, 
Was it from sun far-set or moon unrisen? 
Whether from moon, or sun, or angel’s face 
It held my heart from..."></div>
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