<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Philosopher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Enough of thought, philosopher!<br>Too long hast thou been dreaming<br>Unlightened, in this chamber drear,<br>While summer's sun is beaming!<br>Space - sweeping soul, what sad refrain<br>Concludes thy musings once again? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, for the time when I shall sleep<br>Without identity,<br>And never care how rain may steep,<br>Or snow may cover me!<br>No promised heaven, these wild desires,<br>Could all, or half fulfil;<br>No threathened hell, with quenchless fires,<br>Subdue this quenchless will!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So said I, and still say the same;<br>Still, to my death, will say -<br>Three gods, within this little frame,<br>Are warring night and day;<br>Heaven could not hold them all, and yet <br>They all are held in me;<br>And must be mine till I forget<br>My present entity!<br>Oh, for the time, when in my breast<br>Their struggles will be o'er!<br>Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,<br>And never suffer more!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I saw a spirit, standing, man,<br>Where thou dost stand - an hour ago, <br>And round his feet three rivers ran,<br>Of equal depth, and equal flow -<br>'A golden stream - and one like blood;<br>And one like sapphire, seemed to be;<br>But, where they joined their triple flood<br>It tumbled in an inky sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spirit sent his dazzling gaze<br>Down through that ocean's gloomy night<br>Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,<br>The glad deep sparkled wide and bright -<br>White as the sun, far, far more fair<br>Than its divided sources were!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And even for that spirit, seer,<br>I've watched and sought my life - time long;<br>Sought him in heaven, hell, earth and air -<br>An endless search, and always wrong!<br>Had I but seen his glorious eye<br>Once light the clouds that wilder me,<br>I ne'er had raised this coward cry<br>To cease to think and cease to be;<br>I ne'er had called oblivion blest,<br>Nor, stretching eager hands to death,<br>Implored to change for senseless rest<br>This sentient soul, this living breath -<br>Oh, let me die - that power and will<br>Their cruel strife may close;<br>And conquered good, and conquering ill<br>Be lost in one repose!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane Brontë</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386521" data-title="The Philosopher de Emily Jane Brontë" data-description="'Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! Space - sweeping soul, what sad refrain Concludes thy musings once again? 'Oh, for the time when I shall sleep W..."></div> </div> </div>

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