<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much it behoveth <br>Each one of mortals, <br>That he his soul's journey <br>In himself ponder, <br>How deep it may be. <br>When Death cometh, <br>The bonds he breaketh <br>By which were united <br>The soul and the body. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long it is thenceforth <br>Ere the soul taketh <br>From God himself <br>Its woe or its weal; <br>As in the world erst, <br>Even in its earth-vessel, <br>It wrought before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soul shall come <br>Wailing with loud voice, <br>After a sennight, <br>The soul, to find <br>The body <br>That it erst dwelt in;-- <br>Three hundred winters, <br>Unless ere that worketh <br>The Eternal Lord, <br>The Almighty God, <br>The end of the world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crieth then, so care-worn, <br>With cold utterance, <br>And speaketh grimly, <br>The ghost to the dust: <br>'Dry dust! thou dreary one! <br>How little didst thou labor for me! <br>In the foulness of earth <br>Thou all wearest away <br>Like to the loam! <br>Little didst thou think <br>How thy soul's journey <br>Would be thereafter, <br>When from the body <br>It should be led forth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409794" data-title="The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon) de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Much it behoveth Each one of mortals, That he his soul's journey In himself ponder, How deep it may be. When Death cometh, The bonds he breaketh By which were united The soul and the body. Long it is thenceforth Ere the soul taketh Fro..."></div> </div> </div>

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