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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaint Of Ceres</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does pleasant spring return once more?<br> Does earth her happy youth regain?<br>Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er;<br> Soft brooklets burst their icy chain:<br>Upon the blue translucent river<br> Laughs down an all-unclouded day,<br>The winged west winds gently quiver,<br> The buds are bursting from the spray;<br>While birds are blithe on every tree;<br> The Oread from the mountain-shore<br>Sighs, &quot;Lo! thy flowers come back to thee--<br> Thy child, sad mother, comes no more!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! how long an age it seems<br> Since all the earth I wandered over,<br>And vainly, Titan, tasked thy beams<br> The loved--the lost one--to discover!<br>Though all may seek--yet none can call<br> Her tender presence back to me<br>The sun, with eyes detecting all,<br> Is blind one vanished form to see.<br>Hast thou, O Zeus! hast thou away<br> From these sad arms my daughter torn?<br>Has Pluto, from the realms of day,<br> Enamored--to dark rivers borne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who to the dismal phantom-strand<br> The herald of my grief will venture?<br>The boat forever leaves the land,<br> But only shadows there may enter.--<br>Veiled from each holier eye repose<br> The realms where midnight wraps the dead,<br>And, while the Stygian river flows,<br> No living footstep there may tread!<br>A thousand pathways wind the drear<br> Descent;--none upward lead to-day;--<br>No witness to the mother's ear<br> The daughter's sorrows can betray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mothers of happy human clay<br> Can share at least their children's doom;<br>And when the loved ones pass away,<br> Can track--can join them--in the tomb!<br>The race alone of heavenly birth<br> Are banished from the darksome portals;<br>The Fates have mercy on the earth,<br> And death is only kind to mortals! [30]<br>Oh, plunge me in the night of nights,<br> From heaven's ambrosial halls exiled!<br>Oh, let the goddess lose the rights<br> That shut the mother from the child!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where sits the dark king's joyless bride,<br> Where midst the dead her home is made;<br>Oh that my noiseless steps might glide,<br> Amidst the shades, myself a shade!<br>I see her eyes, that search through tears,<br> In vain the golden light to greet;<br>That yearn for yonder distant spheres,<br> That pine the mother's face to meet!<br>Till some bright moment shall renew<br> The severed hearts' familiar ties;<br>And softened pity steal in dew,<br> From Pluto's slow-relenting eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, vain the wish, the sorrows are!<br> Calm in the changeless paths above<br>Rolls on the day-god's golden car--<br> Fast are the fixed decrees of Jove!<br>Far from the ever-gloomy plain,<br> He turns his blissful looks away.<br>Alas! night never gives again<br> What once it seizes as its prey!<br>Till over Lethe's sullen swell,<br> Aurora's rosy hues shall glow;<br>And arching through the midmost hell<br> Shine forth the lovely Iris-bow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is there naught of her; no token--<br> No pledge from that beloved hand?<br>To tell how love remains unbroken,<br> How far soever be the land?<br>Has love no link, no lightest thread,<br> The mother to the child to bind?<br>Between the living and the dead,<br> Can hope no holy compact find?<br>No! every bond is not yet riven;<br> We are not yet divided wholly;<br>To us the eternal powers have given<br> A symbol language, sweet and holy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Spring's fair children pass away,<br> When, in the north wind's icy air,<br>The leaf and flower alike decay,<br> And leave the rivelled branches bare,<br>Then from Vertumnus' lavish horn<br> I take life's seeds to strew below--<br>And bid the gold that germs the corn<br> An offering to the Styx to go!<br>Sad in the earth the seeds I lay--<br> Laid at thy heart, my child--to be<br>The mournful tokens which convey<br> My sorrow and my love to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, when the hours, in measured dance,<br> The happy smile of spring restore,<br>Rife in the sun-god's golden glance<br> The buried dead revive once more!<br>The germs that perished to thine eyes,<br> Within the cold breast of the earth,<br>Spring up to bloom in gentler skies,<br> The brighter for the second birth!<br>The stem its blossom rears above--<br> Its roots in night's dark womb repose--<br>The plant but by the equal love<br> Of light and darkness fostered--grows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If half with death the germs may sleep,<br> Yet half with life they share the beams;<br>My heralds from the dreary deep,<br> Soft voices from the solemn streams,--<br>Like her, so them, awhile entombs,<br> Stern Orcus, in his dismal reign,<br>Yet spring sends forth their tender blooms<br> With such sweet messages again,<br>To tell,--how far from light above,<br> Where only mournful shadows meet,<br>Memory is still alive to love,<br> And still the faithful heart can beat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy to ye children of the field!<br> Whose life each coming year renews,<br>To your sweet cups the heaven shall yield<br> The purest of its nectar-dews!<br>Steeped in the light's resplendent streams,<br> The hues that streak the Iris-bow<br>Shall trim your blooms as with the beams<br> The looks of young Aurora know.<br>The budding life of happy spring,<br> The yellow autumn's faded leaf,<br>Alike to gentle hearts shall bring<br> The symbols of my joy and grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 Does earth her happy youth regain?
Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er;
 Soft brooklets burst their icy chain:
Upon the blue translucent river
 Laughs down an all-unclouded day,
The winged west winds gen..."></div>
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