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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Safi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strong pinions bore Safi, the dreamer,<br>Through the dazzle and whirl of a race,<br>And the earth, raying up in confusion,<br>Like a sea thundered under his face! <br>And the earth, raying up in confusion,<br>Passed flying and flying afar,<br>Till it dropped like a moon into silence,<br>And waned from a moon to a star. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it light, was it shadow he followed,<br>That he swept through those desperate tracts,<br>With his hair beating back on his shoulders<br>Like the tops of the wind-hackled flax? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I come,” murmured Safi, the dreamer,<br>“I come, but thou fliest before:<br>But thy way hath the breath of the honey,<br>And the scent of the myrrh evermore!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes were the eyes of a watcher<br>Held on by luxurious faith,<br>And his lips were the lips of a longer<br>Amazed with the beauty of Death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“For ever and ever,” he murmured,<br>“My love, for the sweetness with thee,<br>Do I follow thy footsteps,” said Safi,<br>“Like the wind on a measureless sea.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, fronting the furthermost spaces,<br>He kept through the distances dim,<br>Till the days, and the years, and the cycles<br>Were lost and forgotten by him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he came to the silver star-portals,<br>The Queen of that wonderful place<br>Looked forth from her towers resplendent,<br>And started, and dreamed in his face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one said, “This is Safi the Only,<br>Who lived in a planet below,<br>And housed him apart from his fellows,<br>A million of ages ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“He erred, if he suffers, to clutch at<br>High lights from the wood and the street;<br>Not caring to see how his brothers<br>Were content with the things at their feet.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she whispered, “Ah, turn to the stranger!<br>He looks like a lord of the land;<br>For his eyes are the eyes of an angel,<br>And the thought on his forehead is grand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Is there never a peace for the sinner<br>Whose sin is in this, that he mars<br>The light of his worship of Beauty,<br>Forgetting the flower for the stars?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Behold him, my Sister immortal,<br>And doubt that he knoweth his shame,<br>Who raves in the shadow for sweetness,<br>And gloats on the ghost of a flame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“His sin is his sin, if he suffers,<br>Who wilfully straitened the truth;<br>And his doom is his doom, if he follows<br>A lie without sorrow or ruth.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And another from uttermost verges<br>Ran out with a terrible voice—<br>“Let him go—it is well that he goeth,<br>Though he break with the lot of his choice!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I come,” murmured Safi, the dreamer,<br>“I come, but thou fliest before:<br>But thy way hath the breath of the honey,<br>And the scent of the myrrh evermore.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My Queen,” said the first of the Voices,<br>“He hunteth a perilous wraith,<br>Arrayed with voluptuous fancies<br>And ringed with tyrannical faith. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Wound up in the heart of his error<br>He must sweep through the silences dire,<br>Like one in the dark of a desert<br>Allured by fallacious fire.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she faltered, and asked, like a doubter,<br>“When he hangs on those Spaces sublime<br>With the Terror that knoweth no limit,<br>And holdeth no record of Time— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Forgotten of God and the demons—<br>Will he keep to his fancy amain?<br>Can he live for that horrible chaos<br>Of flame and perpetual rain?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But an answer as soft as a prayer<br>Fell down from a high, hidden land,<br>And the words were the words of a language<br>Which none but the gods understand.</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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Like a sea thundered under his face! 
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Passed flying and flying afar,
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