<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heart: Two Sonnets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>The heart you hold too small and local thing,<br>Such spacious terms of edifice to bear.<br>And yet, since Poesy first shook out her wing,<br>The mighty Love has been impalaced there;<br>That has she given him as his wide demesne,<br>And for his sceptre ample empery;<br>Against its door to knock has Beauty been<br>Content; it has its purple canopy<br>A dais for the sovereign lady spread<br>Of many a lover, who the heaven would think<br>Too low an awning for her sacred head.<br>The world, from star to sea, cast down its brink--<br>Yet shall that chasm, till He Who these did build<br>An awful Curtius make Him, yawn unfilled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O nothing, in this corporal earth of man,<br>That to the imminent heaven of his high soul<br>Responds with colour and with shadow, can<br>Lack correlated greatness. If the scroll<br>Where thoughts lie fast in spell of hieroglyph<br>Be mighty through its mighty habitants;<br>If God be in His Name; grave potence if<br>The sounds unbind of hieratic chants;<br>All's vast that vastness means. Nay, I affirm<br>Nature is whole in her least things exprest,<br>Nor know we with what scope God builds the worm.<br>Our towns are copied fragments from our breast;<br>And all man's Babylons strive but to impart<br>The grandeurs of his Babylonian heart.</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=392042" data-title="The Heart: Two Sonnets de Francis Thompson" data-description="I The heart you hold too small and local thing, Such spacious terms of edifice to bear. And yet, since Poesy first shook out her wing, The mighty Love has been impalaced there; That has she given him as his wide demesne, And for his sceptre ample ..."></div> </div> </div>

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