<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391982" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Holocaust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had been<br>torn up by the roots.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I presage the time shall come--yea, now<br>Perchance is come, when you shall fail from me,<br>Because the mighty spirit, to whom you vow<br>Faith of kin genius unrebukably,<br>Scourges my sloth, and from your side dismissed<br>Henceforth this sad and most, most lonely soul<br>Must, marching fatally through pain and mist,<br>The God-bid levy of its powers enrol;<br>When I presage that none shall hear the voice<br>From the great Mount that clangs my ordained advance,<br>That sullen envy bade the churlish choice<br>Yourself shall say, and turn your altered glance;<br>O God! Thou knowest if this heart of flesh<br>Quivers like broken entrails, when the wheel<br>Rolleth some dog in middle street, or fresh<br>Fruit when ye tear it bleeding from the peel;<br>If my soul cries the uncomprehended cry<br>When the red agony oozed on Olivet!<br>Yet not for this, a caitiff, falter I,<br>Beloved whom I must lose, nor thence regret<br>The doubly-vouched and twin allegiance owed<br>To you in Heaven, and Heaven in you, Lady.<br>How could you hope, loose dealer with my God,<br>That I should keep for you my fealty?<br>For still 'tis thus:-because I am so true,<br>My Fair, to Heaven, I am so true to you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</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=391982" data-title="A Holocaust de Francis Thompson" data-description="'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had been torn up by the roots.' When I presage the time shall come--yea, now Perchance is come, when you shall fail from me, Because the mighty spirit, to whom you vow Faith of kin genius..."></div> </div> </div>

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