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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recollections of a Dreamland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rouse ye! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares away!<br>As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;<br>All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense,<br>And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence.<br>Ye would scow were I to tell you how a guiding radiance gleams<br>On the outer world of action from my inner world of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, with mind released from study, late I lay note down to sleep,<br>From the midst of facts and figures, into boundless space I leap;<br>For the inner world grows wider as the outer disappears,<br>And the soul, retiring inward, finds itself beyond the spheres.<br>Then, to this unbroken sameness, some fantastic dream succeeds,<br>Vague emotions rise and ripen into thoughts and words and deeds.<br>Old impressions, long forgotten, range themselves in Time and Space,<br>Till I recollect the features of some once familiar place.<br>Then from valley into valley in my dreaming course I roam,<br>Till the wanderings of my fancy end, where they began, at home.<br>Calm it lies in morning twilight, while each streamlet far and wide<br>Still retains its hazy mantle, borrowed from the mountain's side;<br>Every knoll is now an island every wooded bank a shore,<br>To the lake of quiet vapour that has spread the valley o’er.<br>Sheep are couched on every hillock, waiting till the morning dawns,<br>Hares are on their early rambles, limping o’er the dewy lawns.<br>All within the house is silent, darkened all the chambers seem,<br>As with noiseless step I enter, gliding onwards in my dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! has Time run out his cycle, do the years return again?<br>Are there treasure-caves in Dreamland where departed days remain?<br>I have leapt the bars of distance—left the life that late I led—<br>I remember years and labours as a tale that I have read;<br>Yet my heart is hot within me, for I feel the gentle power<br>Of the spirits that still love me, waiting for this sacred hour.<br>Yes,—I know the forms that meet me are but phantoms of the brain,<br>For they walk in mortal bodies, and they have not ceased from pain.<br>Oh! those signs of human weakness, left behind for ever now,<br>Dearer far to me than glories round a fancied seraph's brow.<br>Oh! the old familiar voices ! Oh! the patient waiting eyes!<br>Let me live with them in dreamland, while the world in slumber lies!<br>For by bonds of sacred honour will they guard my soul in sleep<br>From the spells of aimless fancies, that around my senses creep.<br>They will link the past and present into one continuous life,<br>While I feel their hope, their patience, nerve me for the daily strife.<br>For it is not all a fancy that our lives and theirs are one,<br>And we know that all we see is but an endless work begun.<br>Part is left in Nature's keeping, part is entered into rest,<br>Part remains to grow and ripen, hidden in some living breast.<br>What is ours we know not, either when we wake or when we sleep,<br>But we know that Love and Honour, day and night, are ours to keep.<br>What though Dreams be wandering fancies, by some lawless force entwined,<br>Empty bubbles, floating upwards through the current of the mind?<br>There are powers and thoughts within us, that we know not, till they rise<br>Through the stream of conscious action from where Self in secret lies.<br>But when Will and Sense are silent, by the thoughts that come and go,<br>We may trace the rocks and eddies in the hidden depths below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me dream my dream till morning; let my mind run slow and clear,<br>Free from all the world's distraction, feeling that the Dead are near,<br>Let me wake, and see my duty lie before me straight and plain.<br>Let me rise refreshed, and ready to begin my work again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Clerk+Maxwell">James Clerk Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;
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