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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Proem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O antique fables! beautiful and bright <br>And joyous with the joyous youth of yore; <br>O antique fables! for a little light <br>Of that which shineth in you evermore, <br>To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes, <br>And bathe our old world with a new surprise <br>Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We stagger under the enormous weight <br>Of all the heavy ages piled on us, <br>With all their grievous wrongs inveterate, <br>And all their disenchantments dolorous, <br>And all the monstrous tasks they have bequeathed; <br>And we are stifled with the airs they breathed; <br>And read in theirs our dooms calamitous. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our world is all stript naked of their dreams; <br>No deities in sky or sun or moon, <br>No nymphs in woods and hills and seas and streams; <br>Mere earth and water, air and fire, their boon; <br>No God in all our universe we trace, <br>No heaven in the infinitude of space, <br>No life beyond death--coming not too soon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our souls are stript of their illusions sweet, <br>Our hopes at best in some far future years <br>For others, not ourselves; whose bleeding feet <br>Wander this rocky waste where broken spears <br>And bleaching bones lie scattered on the sand; <br>Who know we shall not reach the Promised Land; <br>Perhaps a mirage glistening through our tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if there be this Promised Land indeed, <br>Our children's children's children's heritage, <br>Oh, what a prodigal waste of precious seed, <br>Of myriad myriad lives from age to age, <br>Of woes and agonies and blank despairs, <br>Through countless cycles, that some fortunate heirs <br>May enter, and conclude the pilgrimage! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if it prove a mirage after all! <br>Our last illusion leaves us wholly bare, <br>To bruise against Fate's adamantine wall, <br>Consumed or frozen in the pitiless air; <br>In all our world, beneath, around, above, <br>One only refuge, solace, triumph,--Love, <br>Sole star of light in infinite black despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of antique fables! beautiful and bright, <br>And joyous with the joyous youth of yore; <br>O antique fables! for a little light <br>Of that which shineth in you evermore, <br>To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes <br>And bathe our old world with a new surprise <br>Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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And joyous with the joyous youth of yore; 
O antique fables! for a little light 
Of that which shineth in you evermore, 
To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes, 
And bathe our old world with a new surpri..."></div>
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