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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - The Proem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?<br>A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,<br>Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?<br>Or THOU, Sun-god and song-god, say<br>Could singer pipe one tiniest linnet-lay,<br>While Song did turn away his face from song?<br>Or who could be<br>In spirit or in body hale for long, -<br>Old AEsculap's best Master!--lacking thee?<br>At length, then, thou art here!<br>On the earth's lethed ear<br>Thy voice of light rings out exultant, strong;<br>Through dreams she stirs and murmurs at that summons dear:<br>From its red leash my heart strains tamelessly,<br>For Spring leaps in the womb of the young year!<br>Nay, was it not brought forth before,<br>And we waited, to behold it,<br>Till the sun's hand should unfold it,<br>What the year's young bosom bore?<br>Even so; it came, nor knew we that it came,<br>In the sun's eclipse.<br>Yet the birds have plighted vows,<br>And from the branches pipe each other's name;<br>Yet the season all the boughs<br>Has kindled to the finger-tips, -<br>Mark yonder, how the long laburnum drips<br>Its jocund spilth of fire, its honey of wild flame!<br>Yea, and myself put on swift quickening,<br>And answer to the presence of a sudden Spring.<br>From cloud-zoned pinnacles of the secret spirit<br>Song falls precipitant in dizzying streams;<br>And, like a mountain-hold when war-shouts stir it,<br>The mind's recessed fastness casts to light<br>Its gleaming multitudes, that from every height<br>Unfurl the flaming of a thousand dreams.<br>Now therefore, thou who bring'st the year to birth,<br>Who guid'st the bare and dabbled feet of May;<br>Sweet stem to that rose Christ, who from the earth<br>Suck'st our poor prayers, conveying them to Him;<br>Be aidant, tender Lady, to my lay!<br>Of thy two maidens somewhat must I say,<br>Ere shadowy twilight lashes, drooping, dim<br>Day's dreamy eyes from us;<br>Ere eve has struck and furled<br>The beamy-textured tent transpicuous,<br>Of webbed coerule wrought and woven calms,<br>Whence has paced forth the lambent-footed sun.<br>And Thou disclose my flower of song upcurled,<br>Who from Thy fair irradiant palms<br>Scatterest all love and loveliness as alms;<br>Yea, Holy One,<br>Who coin'st Thyself to beauty for the world!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, Spring's little children, your lauds do ye upraise<br>To Sylvia, O Sylvia, her sweet, feat ways!<br>Your lovesome labours lay away,<br>And trick you out in holiday,<br>For syllabling to Sylvia;<br>And all you birds on branches, lave your mouths with May,<br>To bear with me this burthen,<br>For singing to Sylvia.</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>
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A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,
Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?
Or THOU, Sun-god and song-god, say
Could singer pipe one tiniest linnet-lay,
While Song did turn away his fa..."></div>
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