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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bells Beyond the Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild-eyed woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees;<br>Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze.<br>Far away from dusky towns and cities twinkling with the feet of men;<br>Listening to a sound of mellow music fleeting down the gusty glen;<br>Sitting by a rapid torrent, with the broken sunset in my face;<br>By a rapid, roaring torrent, tumbling through a dark and lonely place!<br>And I hear the bells beyond the forest, and the voice of distant streams;<br>And a flood of swelling singing, wafting round a world of ruined dreams. <br>Like to one who watches daylight dying from a lofty mountain spire,<br>When the autumn splendour scatters like a gust of faintly-gleaming fire;<br>So the silent spirit looketh through a mist of faded smiles and tears,<br>While across it stealeth all the sad and sweet divinity of years—<br>All the scenes of shine and shadow; light and darkness sleeping side by side<br>When my heart was wedded to existence, as a bridegroom to his bride:<br>While I travelled gaily onward with the vapours crowding in my wake,<br>Deeming that the Present hid the glory where the promised Morn would break. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like to one who, by the waters standing, marks the reeling ocean wave<br>Moaning, hide his head all torn and shivered underneath his lonely cave,<br>So the soul within me glances at the tides of Purpose where they creep,<br>Dashed to fragments by the yawning ridges circling Life’s tempestuous Deep!<br>Oh! the tattered leaves are dropping, dropping round me like a fall of rain;<br>While the dust of many a broken aspiration sweeps my troubled brain;<br>With the yearnings after Beauty, and the longings to be good and great;<br>And the thoughts of catching Fortune, flying on the tardy wings of Fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bells, beyond the forest chiming, where is all the inspiration now<br>That was wont to flush my forehead, and to chase the pallor from my brow?<br>Did I not, amongst these thickets, weave my thoughts and passions into rhyme,<br>Trusting that the words were golden, hoping for the praise of after-time?<br>Where have all those fancies fled to? Can the fond delusion linger still,<br>When the Evening withers o’er me, and the night is creeping up the hill?<br>If the years of strength have left me, and my life begins to fail and fade,<br>Who will learn my simple ballads; who will stay to sing the songs I’ve made? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bells, beyond the forest ringing, lo, I hasten to the world again;<br>For the sun has smote the empty windows, and the day is on the wane!<br>Hear I not a dreamy echo, soughing through the rafters of the tree;<br>Like a sound of stormy rivers, or the ravings of a restless sea?<br>Should I loiter here to listen, while this fitful wind is on the wing?<br>No, the heart of Time is sobbing, and my spirit is a withered thing!<br>Let the rapid torrents tumble, let the woodlands whistle in the blast;<br>Mighty minstrels sing behind me, but the promise of my youth is past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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