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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meditation under Stars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What links are ours with orbs that are<br>So resolutely far:<br>The solitary asks, and they<br>Give radiance as from a shield:<br>Still at the death of day,<br>The seen, the unrevealed.<br>Implacable they shine<br>To us who would of Life obtain<br>An answer for the life we strain<br>To nourish with one sign.<br>Nor can imagination throw<br>The penetrative shaft: we pass<br>The breath of thought, who would divine<br>If haply they may grow<br>As Earth; have our desire to know;<br>If life comes there to grain from grass,<br>And flowers like ours of toil and pain;<br>Has passion to beat bar,<br>Win space from cleaving brain;<br>The mystic link attain,<br>Whereby star holds on star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those visible immortals beam<br>Allurement to the dream:<br>Ireful at human hungers brook<br>No question in the look.<br>For ever virgin to our sense,<br>Remote they wane to gaze intense:<br>Prolong it, and in ruthlessness they smite<br>The beating heart behind the ball of sight:<br>Till we conceive their heavens hoar,<br>Those lights they raise but sparkles frore,<br>And Earth, our blood-warm Earth, a shuddering prey<br>To that frigidity of brainless ray.<br>Yet space is given for breath of thought<br>Beyond our bounds when musing: more<br>When to that musing love is brought,<br>And love is asked of love's wherefore.<br>'Tis Earth's, her gift; else have we nought:<br>Her gift, her secret, here our tie.<br>And not with her and yonder sky?<br>Bethink you: were it Earth alone<br>Breeds love, would not her region be<br>The sole delight and throne<br>Of generous Deity?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To deeper than this ball of sight<br>Appeal the lustrous people of the night.<br>Fronting yon shoreless, sown with fiery sails,<br>It is our ravenous that quails,<br>Flesh by its craven thirsts and fears distraught.<br>The spirit leaps alight,<br>Doubts not in them is he,<br>The binder of his sheaves, the sane, the right:<br>Of magnitude to magnitude is wrought,<br>To feel it large of the great life they hold:<br>In them to come, or vaster intervolved,<br>The issues known in us, our unsolved solved:<br>That there with toil Life climbs the self-same Tree,<br>Whose roots enrichment have from ripeness dropped.<br>So may we read and little find them cold:<br>Let it but be the lord of Mind to guide<br>Our eyes; no branch of Reason's growing lopped;<br>Nor dreaming on a dream; but fortified<br>By day to penetrate black midnight; see,<br>Hear, feel, outside the senses; even that we,<br>The specks of dust upon a mound of mould,<br>We who reflect those rays, though low our place,<br>To them are lastingly allied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So may we read, and little find them cold:<br>Not frosty lamps illumining dead space,<br>Not distant aliens, not senseless Powers.<br>The fire is in them whereof we are born;<br>The music of their motion may be ours.<br>Spirit shall deem them beckoning Earth and voiced<br>Sisterly to her, in her beams rejoiced.<br>Of love, the grand impulsion, we behold<br>The love that lends her grace<br>Among the starry fold.<br>Then at new flood of customary morn,<br>Look at her through her showers,<br>Her mists, her streaming gold,<br>A wonder edges the familiar face:<br>She wears no more that robe of printed hours;<br>Half strange seems Earth, and sweeter than her flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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So resolutely far:
The solitary asks, and they
Give radiance as from a shield:
Still at the death of day,
The seen, the unrevealed.
Implacable they shine
To us who would of Life obtain
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