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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sea-Voyage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;<br>Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,<br>Pledging me to patience and to courage,<br>In the haven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they spoke thus with impatience twofold:<br>&quot;Gladly pray we for thy rapid passage,<br>Gladly for thy happy voyage; fortune<br>In the distant world is waiting for thee,<br>In our arms thoult find thy prize, and love too,<br>When returning.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when morning came, arose an uproar,<br>And the sailors' joyous shouts awoke us;<br>All was stirring, all was living, moving,<br>Bent on sailing with the first kind zephyr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sails soon in the breeze are swelling,<br>And the sun with fiery love invites us;<br>Fill'd the sails are, clouds on high are floating,<br>On the shore each friend exulting raises<br>Songs of hope, in giddy joy expecting<br>Joy the voyage through, as on the morn of sailing,<br>And the earliest starry nights so radiant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But by God-sent changing winds ere long he's driven<br>Sideways from the course he had intended,<br>And he feigns as though he would surrender,<br>While he gently striveth to outwit them,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To his goal, e'en when thus press'd, still faithful.<br>But from out the damp grey distance rising,<br>Softly now the storm proclaims its advent,<br>Presseth down each bird upon the waters,<br>Presseth down the throbbing hearts of mortals.<br>And it cometh. At its stubborn fury,<br>Wisely ev'ry sail the seaman striketh;<br>With the anguish-laden ball are sporting<br>Wind and water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on yonder shore are gather'd standing,<br>Friends and lovers, trembling for the bold one:<br>&quot;Why, alas, remain'd he here not with us!<br>Ah, the tempest! Cast away by fortune!<br>Must the good one perish in this fashion?<br>Might not he perchance.... Ye great immortals!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet he, like a man, stands by his rudder;<br>With the bark are sporting wind and water,<br>Wind and water sport not with his bosom:<br>On the fierce deep looks he, as a master,--<br>In his gods, or shipwreck'd, or safe landed,<br>Trusting ever.</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>
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Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,
Pledging me to patience and to courage,
In the haven.

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