<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of Callicles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,<br>Thick breaks the red flame.<br>All Etna heaves fiercely<br>Her forest-clothed frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not here, O Apollo!<br>Are haunts meet for thee.<br>But, where Helicon breaks down<br>In cliff to the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the moon-silver'd inlets<br>Send far their light voice<br>Up the still vale of Thisbe,<br>O speed, and rejoice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the sward at the cliff-top,<br>Lie strewn the white flocks;<br>On the cliff-side, the pigeons<br>Roost deep in the rocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the moonlight the shepherds,<br>Soft lull'd by the rills,<br>Lie wrapt in their blankets,<br>Asleep on the hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—What forms are these coming<br>So white through the gloom?<br>What garments out-glistening<br>The gold-flower'd broom?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What sweet-breathing Presence<br>Out-perfumes the thyme?<br>What voices enrapture<br>The night's balmy prime?—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis Apollo comes leading<br>His choir, The Nine.<br>—The Leader is fairest,<br>But all are divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are lost in the hollows.<br>They stream up again.<br>What seeks on this mountain<br>The glorified train?—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bathe on this mountain,<br>In the spring by their road.<br>Then on to Olympus,<br>Their endless abode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—Whose praise do they mention:<br>Of what is it told?—<br>What will be for ever.<br>What was from of old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First hymn they the Father<br>Of all things: and then,<br>The rest of Immortals,<br>The action of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Day in his hotness,<br>The strife with the palm;<br>The Night in her silence,<br>The Stars in their calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</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=456519" data-title="The Song of Callicles de Matthew Arnold" data-description="Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo! Are haunts meet for thee. But, where Helicon breaks down In cliff to the sea. Where the moon-silver'd inl..."></div> </div> </div>

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