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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flying word from here and there<br>Had sown the name at which we sneered,<br>But soon the name was everywhere,<br>To be reviled and then revered:<br>A presence to be loved and feared,<br>We cannot hide it, or deny<br>That we, the gentlemen who jeered,<br>May be forgotten by and by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came when days were perilous<br>And hearts of men were sore beguiled;<br>And having made his note of us,<br>He pondered and was reconciled.<br>Was ever master yet so mild<br>As he, and so untamable?<br>We doubted, even when he smiled,<br>Not knowing what he knew so well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knew that undeceiving fate<br>Would shame us whom he served unsought;<br>He knew that he must wince and wait —<br>The jest of those for whom he fought;<br>He knew devoutly what he thought<br>Of us and of our ridicule;<br>He knew that we must all be taught<br>Like little children in a school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We gave a glamour to the task<br>That he encountered and saw through,<br>But little of us did he ask,<br>And little did we ever do.<br>And what appears if we review<br>The season when we railed and chaffed?<br>It is the face of one who knew<br>That we were learning while we laughed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The face that in our vision feels<br>Again the venom that we flung,<br>Transfigured to the world reveals<br>The vigilance to which we clung.<br>Shrewd, hallowed, harassed, and among<br>The mysteries that are untold,<br>The face we see was never young,<br>Nor could it ever have been old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he, to whom we have applied<br>Our shopman's test of age and worth,<br>Was elemental when he died,<br>As he was ancient at his birth:<br>The saddest among kings of earth,<br>Bowed with a galling crown, this man<br>Met rancor with a cryptic mirth,<br>Laconic — and Olympian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love, the grandeur, and the fame<br>Are bounded by the world alone;<br>The calm, the smouldering, and the flame<br>Of awful patience were his own:<br>With him they are forever flown<br>Past all our fond self-shadowings,<br>Wherewith we cumber the Unknown<br>As with inept Icarian wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For we were not as other men:<br>'T was ours to soar and his to see.<br>But we are coming down again,<br>And we shall come down pleasantly;<br>Nor shall we longer disagree<br>On what it is to be sublime,<br>But flourish in our perigee<br>And have one Titan at a time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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Had sown the name at which we sneered,
But soon the name was everywhere,
To be reviled and then revered:
A presence to be loved and feared,
We cannot hide it, or deny
That we, the gentlemen who jeered,
May be forg..."></div>
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