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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Merope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes—in the face of the splendid<br>Six of the sisters—the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,<br>Merope sitteth, the shadow-like wife of a monarch unfriended<br>Of Ades—of Orcus, the fierce, the implacable god of the night.<br>Merope—fugitive Merope! lost to thyself and thy lover,<br>Cast, like a dream, out of thought, with the moons which have passed into sleep,<br>What shall avail thee? Alcyone’s tears, or the sight to discover<br>Of Sisyphus pallid for thee by the blue, bitter lights of the deep—<br>Pallid, but patient for sorrow? Oh, thou of the fire and the water,<br>Half with the flame of the sunset, and kin to the streams of the sea,<br>Hast thou the songs of old times for desire of thy dark-featured daughter,<br>Sweet with the lips of thy yearning, O Aethra! with tokens of thee—<br>Songs that would lull her, like kisses forgotten of silence where speech was<br>Less than the silence that bound it as passion is bound by a ban;<br>Seeing we know of thee, Mother, we turning and hearing how each was<br>Wrapt in the other ere Merope faltered and fell for a man?<br>Mortal she clave to, forgetting her birthright, forgetting the lordlike<br>Sons of the many-winged Father, and chiefs of the plume and the star,<br>Therefore, because that her sin was the grief of the grand and the godlike,<br>Sitteth thy child than a morning-moon bleaker, the faded, and far.<br>Ringed with the flower-like Six of the Seven, arrayed and anointed<br>Ever with beautiful pity, she watches, she weeps, and she wanes,<br>Blind as a flame on the hills of the Winter in hours appointed<br>For the life of the foam and the thunder—the strength of the imminent rains.<br>Who hath a portion, Alcyone, like her? Asterope, fairer<br>Than sunset on snow, and beloved of all brightness, say what is there left<br>Sadder and paler than Pleione’s daughter, disconsolate bearer<br>Of trouble that smites like a sword of the gods to the break of the heft?<br>Demeter, and Dryope, known to the forests, the falls, and the fountains,<br>Yearly, because of their walking and wailing and wringing of hands,<br>Are they as one with this woman?—of Hyrie, wild in the mountains,<br>Breaking her heart in the frosts and the fires of the uttermost lands?<br>These have their bitterness. This, for Persephone, that for Oechalian<br>Homes, and the lights of a kindness blown out with the stress of her shame:<br>One for her child, and one for her sin; but thou above all art an alien,<br>Girt with the halos that vex thee, and wrapt in a grief beyond name.<br>Yet sayeth Sisyphus—Sisyphus, stricken and chained of the minioned<br>Kings of great darkness, and trodden in dust by the feet of the Fates—<br>“Sweet are the ways of thy watching, and pallid and perished and pinioned,<br>Moon amongst maidens, I leap for thy love like a god at the gates—<br>Leap for the dreams of a rose of the heavens, and beat at the portals<br>Paved with the pain of unsatisfied pleadings for thee and for thine!<br>But Zeus is immutable Master, and these are the walls the immortals<br>Build for our sighing, and who may set lips at the lords and repine?<br>Therefore,” he saith, “I am sick for thee, Merope, faint for the tender<br>Touch of thy mouth, and the eyes like the lights of an altar to me;<br>But, lo, thou art far; and thy face is a still and a sorrowful splendour!<br>And the storm is abroad with the rain on the perilous straits of the sea.”</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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