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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Compensations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I: BLIND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first the shadows fell, like prison bars,<br>And darkness spread before me, like a pall,<br>I cried out for the sun, the earth, the stars,<br>And beat the air, as madmen beat a wall,<br>Till, impotent, and broken with despair,<br>I turned my vision inward. Lo, a spark-<br>A light-a torch; and all my world grew bright;<br>For God's dear eyes were shining through the dark.<br>Then, bringing to me gifts of recompense,<br>Came keener hearing, finer taste, and touch;<br>And that oft unappreciated sense,<br>Which finds sweet odours, and proclaims them such;<br>And not until my mortal eyes were blind<br>Did I perceive how kind the world, how kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II: DEAF</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can recall a time, when on mine ears<br>There fell chaotic sounds of earthly life,<br>Shrill cries of triumph, and hoarse shouts of strife;<br>A medley of despairs, and hopes and fears.<br>Then silence came, and unavailing tears.<br>The stillness stabbed me, like a two edged-knife;<br>Until I found the Universe was rife<br>With subtle music of the neighbouring spheres.<br>Such harmonies, such congruous sweet chords,<br>Wherein each note conveys a healing balm.<br>And now no more I miss men's spoken words;<br>For, in a quiet world of larger thought,<br>I know the joy that comes from being calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III: SHUT-IN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across my window glass<br>The moving shadows of the people pass.<br>Sometimes the shadows pause; and through the hall<br>Kind neighbours come to call,<br>Bringing a word or smile<br>To cheer my loneliness a little while.<br>But as I hear them talk,<br>These people who can walk<br>And go about the great green earth at will,<br>I wonder if they know the joy of being still,<br>And all alone with thoughts that soar afar-<br>High as the highest star.<br>And oft I feel more free<br>Than those who travel over land and sea.<br>For one who is shut in,<br>Away from all the outer strife and din,<br>With faithful Pain for guide,<br>Finds where Great Truths abide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Across my window glass<br>The moving shadows pass.<br>But swifter moves my unimpeded thought,<br>Speeding from spot to spot-<br>Out and afar-<br>High as the highest star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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When first the shadows fell, like prison bars,
And darkness spread before me, like a pall,
I cried out for the sun, the earth, the stars,
And beat the air, as madmen beat a wall,
Till, impotent, and broken with despair,
I turned my visio..."></div>
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