<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines On Seeing Schiller's Skull</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house one day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated,<br>And of old times I thought, that now were grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close pack'd they stand, that once so fiercely hated,<br>And hardy bones, that to the death contended,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are lying cross'd,--to lie for ever, fated.<br>What held those crooked shoulder-blades suspended?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one now asks; and limbs with vigour fired,<br>The hand, the foot--their use in life is ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly ye sought the tomb for rest when tired;<br>Peace in the grave may not be yours; ye're driven</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back into daylight by a force inspired;<br>But none can love the wither'd husk, though even</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A glorious noble kernel it contained.<br>To me, an adept, was the writing given</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which not to all its holy sense explained,<br>When 'mid the crowd, their icy shadows flinging,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a form, that glorious still remained.<br>And even there, where mould and damp were clinging,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gave me a blest, a rapture-fraught emotion,<br>As though from death a living fount were springing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What mystic joy I felt! What rapt devotion!<br>That form, how pregnant with a godlike trace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A look, how did it whirl me tow'rd that ocean<br>Whose rolling billows mightier shapes embrace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mysterious vessel! Oracle how dear!<br>Even to grasp thee is my hand too base,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Except to steal thee from thy prison here<br>With pious purpose, and devoutly go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the air, free thoughts, and sunlight clear.<br>What greater gain in life can man e'er know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than when God-Nature will to him explain<br>How into Spirit steadfastness may flow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How steadfast, too, the Spirit-Born remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</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=418663" data-title="Lines On Seeing Schiller's Skull de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house one day I view'd the countless skulls, so strangely mated, And of old times I thought, that now were grey. Close pack'd they stand, that once so fiercely hated, And hardy bones, that to the death contended, Are lyi..."></div> </div> </div>

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