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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rejected</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas ! I have lost my God,<br>My beautiful God Apollo.<br>Wherever his footsteps trod<br>My feet were wont to follow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Oh ! it fell out one day<br>My soul was so heavy with weeping,<br>That I laid me down by the way ;<br>And he left me while I was sleeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my soul awoke in the night,<br>And I bowed my ear for his fluting,<br>And I heard but the breath of the flight<br>Of wings and the night-birds hooting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And night drank all her cup,<br>And I went to the shrine in the hollow,<br>And the voice of my cry went up :<br>' Apollo ! Apollo ! Apollo ! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he never came to the gate,<br>And the sun was hid in a mist,<br>And there came one walking late,<br>And I knew it was Christ,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took my soul and bound it<br>With cords of iron wire,<br>Seven times round He wound it<br>With the cords of my desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cords of my desire,<br>While my desire slept, ,<br>Were seven bands of wire<br>To bind my soul that wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And He hid my soul at last<br>In a place of stones and (ears,<br>Where the hours like days went past<br>And the days went by like years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after many days<br>That which had slept awoke,<br>And desire burnt in a blaze,<br>And my soul went up in the smoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we crept away from the place<br>And would not look behind,<br>And the angel that hides his face<br>Was crouched on the neck of the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I went to the shrine in the hollow<br>Where the lutes and the flutes were playing,<br>And cried : ' I am come, Apollo,<br>Back to thy shrine, from my straying.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he would have none of my soul<br>That was stained with blood and with tears,<br>That had lain in the earth like a mole,<br>In the place of great stones and fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I am lost in the mist<br>Of the things that can never be,<br>For I will have none of Christ<br>And Apollo will none of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lord+Alfred+Douglas">Lord Alfred Douglas</a><div class=q>
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My beautiful God Apollo.
Wherever his footsteps trod
My feet were wont to follow.

But Oh ! it fell out one day
My soul was so heavy with weeping,
That I laid me down by the way ;
And he left me while I was sleeping.

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