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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Virgin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One in thy thousand statues we salute thee <br>On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim <br>Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces <br>Walk in a forest calling on one name <br>And, most of all, how this thing may be so <br>Who know thee not are mystified to know<br>That one cries &quot;Here she stands&quot; and one cries &quot;Yonder&quot; <br>And thou wert home in heaven long ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows,<br>Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone,<br>From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters<br>Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own:<br>Ghost of our land, White Lady of Walsinghame,<br>Shall they not live that call upon thy name<br>If an old song on a wild wind be blowing<br>Crying of the holy country whence they came? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass <br>Burning above thee in the high vitrailles, <br>On Cornish crags take for salute of swords <br>O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails, <br>Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood, <br>A great doll given when the child is good, <br>Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll, <br>In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have found thee like a little shepherdess <br>Gay with green ribbons; and passed on to find <br>Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God <br>Like one who fills a mountain with a mind: <br>Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue, <br>Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through, <br>Of the King's daughter glorious within: <br>Change shine unchanging light with every hue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon <br>Crowned with the stars or single, a morning star, <br>Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows, <br>Starlight and twilight thy refractions are, <br>Lights and half-lights and all lights turn about thee, <br>But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee, <br>Something remains. Nor can man live without it <br>Nor can man find it bearable without thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There runs a dark thread through the tapestries <br>That time has woven with all the tints of time <br>Something not evil but grotesque and groping, <br>Something not clear; not final; not sublime; <br>Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree <br>Or fish, the legless elfins of the sea, <br>Yet rare as this shine image in ebony <br>Being most strange in its simplicity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans<br>The Romans saw; or rocks remote and grim<br>Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed <br>And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him. <br>By the black oak of the aeon-buried grove <br>By the black gems of the miner's treasure-trove <br>Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken- <br>Most holy dark, cover our uncouth love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From shine high rock look down on Africa <br>The living darkness of devouring green <br>The loathsome smell of life unquenchable, <br>Look on low brows and blinking eyes between, <br>On the dark heart where white folk find no place, <br>On the dark bodies of an antic race, <br>On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow, <br>Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This also is in thy spectrum; this dark ray; <br>Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent <br>Darker than violet vestment; dark and secret <br>Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent: <br>As the black moon of some divine eclipse, <br>As the black sun of the Apocalypse, <br>As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back <br>From witchcraft; and he saw again the ships. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all thy thousand images we salute thee, <br>Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones <br>Hewn out of multi-colored rocks and risen <br>Stained with the stored-up sunsets in all tones- <br>If in all tones and shades this shade I feel, <br>Come from the black cathedrals of Castille <br>Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia, <br>To thy most merciful face of night I kneel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim 
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces 
Walk in a forest calling on one name 
And, most of all, how this thing may be so 
Who know thee not are mystified..."></div>
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