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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foreshadowings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,<br>Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land!<br>Close-reefed topsails shuddering over, straining down the groaning mast;<br>For a tempest cleaves the darkness, hissing, howling, shrieking past!<br>Lo! the air is flecked with stormbirds, and their melancholy wail<br>Lends a tone of deeper pathos to the melancholy gale!<br>Whilst away they wheel to leeward, leaving in their rapid flight<br>Wind and water grappling wildly through the watches of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesterday we both were happy; but my soul is filled with change,<br>And I’m sad, my gallant comrade, with foreshadowings vague and strange!<br>Dear old place, are we so near you? Like to one that speaks in sleep,<br>I’m talking, thinking wildly o’er this moaning, maddened deep!<br>Much it makes me marvel, brother, that such thoughts should linger nigh<br>Now we know what shore is hidden somewhere in that misty sky!<br>Oh! I even fear to see it; and I’ve never felt so low<br>Since we turned our faces from it, seven weary years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you faith at all in omens? Fits of passion I have known<br>When it seemed in crowded towns as if I walked the Earth alone!<br>And amongst my comrades often, o’er the lucent, laughing sea,<br>I have felt like one that drifteth on a dark and dangerous lee!<br>As a man who, crossing waters underneath a moony night,<br>Knows there will be gloomy weather if a cloudrack bounds the light,<br>So I hold, when Life is splendid, and our hopes are new and warm,<br>We can sometimes, looking forward, see the shade and feel the storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you called me I was dreaming that this thunder raged no more,<br>And we travelled, both together, on a calm, delightful shore;<br>That we went along rejoicing, for I thought I heard you say,<br>“Now we soon shall see them, brother—now our fears have passed away!”<br>Pleasant were those deep green wild-woods; and we hurried, like a breeze,<br>Till I saw a distant opening through the porches of the trees;<br>And our village faintly gleaming past the forest and the stream;<br>But we wandered sadly through it with the Spirit of my Dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why was our delight so fickle? Was it well while there to mourn;<br>When the loved—the loving, crowding, came to welcome our return?<br>In my vision, once so glorious, did we find that aught was changed;<br>Or that ONE whom WE remembered was forgotten or estranged?<br>Through a mist of many voices, listening for sweet accents fled,<br>Heard we hints of lost affection, or of gentle faces dead?<br>No! but on the quiet dreamscape came a darkness like a pall<br>And a ghostly shadow, brother, fell and rested over all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Talking thus my friend I fronted, and in trustful tones he spake—<br>“I have long been waiting, watching here to see the morning break;<br>Now behold the bright fulfilment! Did my Spirit yearn in vain;<br>And amidst this holy splendour can a moody heart remain?<br>Let them pass, those wayward fancies! Waking thoughts return with sleep;<br>And they mingle strangely sometimes, while we lie in slumber deep;<br>But, believe me, dreams are nothing. If unto His creatures weak<br>God should whisper of the Future, not in riddles will He speak.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since he answered I have rested, for his brave words fell like balm;<br>And we reached the land in daylight, and the tempest died in calm;<br>Though the sounds of gusty fragments of a faint and broken breeze<br>Still went gliding with the runnels, gurgling down the spangled leas!<br>So we turned and travelled onward, till we rested at a place<br>Where a Vision fell about us, sunned with many a lovely face;<br>Then we heard low silvery voices; and I knelt upon the shore—<br>Knelt and whispered, “God I thank Thee! and will wander never more.”</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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Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land!
Close-reefed topsails shuddering over, straining down the groaning mast;
For a tempest cleaves the darkness, hi..."></div>
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