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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEYOND the Night, down o'er the labouring East,<br>I see light's harbinger of day released:<br>Upon the false gleam of the ante-dawn,<br>Lo, the fair heaven of sun-pursuing morn.<br>Beyond the lampless sleep and perishing death,<br>That hold my heart, I feel my New Life's breath, —<br>I see the face my Spirit-shape shall have<br>When this frail clay and dust have fled the grave.<br>Beyond the Night, the death of doubt, defeat,<br>Rise dawn and morn, and life with light doth meet,<br>For the great cause, too, — sure as the Sun, you ray<br>Shoots up to strike the threatening clouds and say:<br>I come, and with me comes the victorious Day!<br>When I was young, the Muse I worshipped took me,<br>Fearless, a lonely heart, to look on men.<br>''Tis yours,' said she, 'to paint this show of them<br>Even as they are.' Then smiling she forsook me.<br>Wherefore with passionate patience I withdrew,<br>With eyes from which all loves, hates, hopes and fears,<br>Joy's aureole and the blinding sheen of tears,<br>Were purged away. And what I saw I drew.<br>Then, as I worked remote, serene, alone,<br>A Child-girl came to me and touched my cheek;<br>And lo her lips were pale, her limbs were weak,<br>Her eyes had thirst's desire and hunger's moan.<br>She said: 'I am the Soul of this sad day<br>Where thousands toil and suffer hideous Crime,<br>Where units rob and mock the empty time<br>With revel and rank prayer and death's display.'<br>I said: 'O Child, how shall I leave my songs,<br>My songs and tales, the warp and subtle woof<br>Of this great work and web, in your behoof<br>To strive and passionately sing of wrongs?<br>'Child, is it nothing that I here fulfil<br>My heart and soul? that I may look and see<br>Where Homer bends, and Shakspere smiles on me,<br>And Goethe praises the unswerving will?'<br>She hung her head, and straight, without a word,<br>Passed from me. And I raised my conscious face<br>To where, in beauteous power in her place,<br>She stood, the Muse, my Muse, and watched and heard.<br>Her proud and marble brow was faintly flushed;<br>Upon her flawless lips and in her eyes<br>A mild light flickered as the young sunrise,<br>Glad, sacred, terrible, serene and hushed.<br>Then I cried out, and rose with pure wrath wild,<br>Desperate with hatred of Fate's slavery<br>And this cold cruel Demon. With that cry,<br>I left her and sought out the piteous Child.<br>'Darling, 'tis nothing that I shed and weep<br>These tears of fire that wither all the heart,<br>These bloody sweats that drain and sear and smart.<br>I love you, and you'll kiss me when I sleep!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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I see light's harbinger of day released:
Upon the false gleam of the ante-dawn,
Lo, the fair heaven of sun-pursuing morn.
Beyond the lampless sleep and perishing death,
That hold my heart, I feel my ..."></div>
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