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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408354" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mooni</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AH, to be by Mooni now! <br>Where the great dark hills of wonder, <br>Scarred with storm and cleft asunder <br>By the strong sword of the thunder, <br>Make a night on morning’s brow! <br>Just to stand where Nature’s face is <br>Flushed with power in forest places— <br>Where of God authentic trace is— <br>Ah, to be by Mooni now! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just to be by Mooni’s springs! <br>There to stand, the shining sharer <br>Of that larger life, and rarer <br>Beauty caught from beauty fairer <br>Than the human face of things! <br>Soul of mine from sin abhorrent <br>Fain would hide by flashing current <br>Like a sister of the torrent, <br>Far away by Mooni’s springs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He that is by Mooni now, <br>Sees the water-sapphires gleaming <br>Where the River Spirit, dreaming <br>Sleeps by fall and fountain streaming <br>Under lute of leaf and bough! <br>Hears, where stamp of storm with stress is, <br>Psalms from unseen wildernesses <br>Deep amongst far hill-recesses— <br>He that is by Mooni now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, for him by Mooni’s marge <br>Sings the yellow-haired September <br>With the face the gods remember <br>When the ridge is burnt to ember, <br>And the dumb sea chains the barge! <br>Where the mount like molten brass is, <br>Down beneath fern-feathered passes, <br>Noonday dew in cool green grasses <br>Gleams on him by Mooni’s marge. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who that dwells by Mooni yet, <br>Feels, in flowerful forest arches, <br>Smiting wings and breath that parches <br>Where strong Summer’s path of march is <br>And the suns in thunder set? <br>Housed beneath the gracious kirtle <br>Of the shadowy water myrtle, <br>Winds may hiss with heat, and hurtle— <br>He is safe by Mooni yet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days there were when he who sings <br>(Dumb so long through passion’s losses) <br>Stood where Mooni’s water crosses <br>Shining tracts of green-haired mosses, <br>Like a soul with radiant wings; <br>Then the psalm the wind rehearses— <br>Then the song the stream disperses <br>Lent a beauty to his verses— <br>Who to-night of Mooni sings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, the theme—the sad, grey theme! <br>Certain days are not above me, <br>Certain hearts have ceased to love me, <br>Certain fancies fail to move me <br>Like the affluent morning dream. <br>Head whereon the white is stealing, <br>Heart whose hurts are past all healing, <br>Where is now the first pure feeling? <br>Ah, the theme—the sad, grey theme! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sin and shame have left their trace! <br>He who mocks the mighty, gracious <br>Love of Christ, with eyes audacious, <br>Hunting after fires fallacious, <br>Wears the issue in his face. <br>Soul that flouted gift and Giver, <br>Like the broken Persian river, <br>Thou hast lost thy strength for ever! <br>Sin and shame have left their trace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the years that used to be, <br>When the large, supreme occasion <br>Brought the life of inspiration, <br>Like a god’s transfiguration <br>Was the shining change in me. <br>Then, where Mooni’s glory glances, <br>Clear diviner countenances <br>Beamed on me like blessed chances, <br>In the years that used to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, the beauty of old ways! <br>Then the man who so resembled <br>Lords of light unstained, unhumbled, <br>Touched the skirts of Christ, nor trembled <br>At the grand benignant gaze! <br>Now he shrinks before the splendid <br>Face of Deity offended, <br>All the loveliness is ended! <br>All the beauty of old ways! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still to be by Mooni cool— <br>Where the water-blossoms glister, <br>And, by gleaming vale and vista, <br>Sits the English April’s sister <br>Soft, and sweet, and wonderful. <br>Just to rest beyond the burning <br>Outer world—its sneers and spurning— <br>Ah! my heart—my heart is yearning <br>Still to be by Mooni cool: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, by Mooni’s fair hill heads, <br>Lo, the gold green lights are glowing, <br>Where, because no wind is blowing, <br>Fancy hears the flowers growing <br>In the herby watersheds! <br>Faint it is—the sound of thunder <br>From the torrents far thereunder, <br>Where the meeting mountains ponder— <br>Now, by Mooni’s fair hill heads: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just to be where Mooni is, <br>Even where the fierce fall races <br>Down august unfathomed places, <br>Where of sun or moon no trace is, <br>And the streams of shadow hiss! <br>Have I not an ample reason <br>So to long for—sick of treason— <br>Something of the grand old season, <br>Just to be where Mooni is?</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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Where the great dark hills of wonder, 
Scarred with storm and cleft asunder 
By the strong sword of the thunder, 
Make a night on morning’s brow! 
Just to stand where Nature’s face is 
Flushed with power in forest plac..."></div>
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