<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prophets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are the modern prophets here,<br>Though altars totally are felt, <br>Their eyes are very deep and clear – <br>In them, the flame of future set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For them, the calls of fame are alien, <br>They’re pressed by mass and depth of words,<br>All they are frightened, pale and sullen<br>In tombs of stony abodes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes in the fits of sadness,<br>A prophet, just repelled by us,<br>Rise up to skies his look of greatness – <br>The look of clear and beaming eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He says that he’s in bonds of madness, <br>But that his soul’s a light for us,<br>That he has seen in depths of sadness<br>The shining face of Jesus Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dreams of Lord have many faces,<br>Kind is a hand of him, who gives,<br>Not just the one, like him, in grace is, <br>And as a knight of kindness lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He says that World is not such fierce,<br>That he’s a prince of Future Dawn.<br>But just the towers’ black spirits<br>Listen to him with mock and scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikolai+Stepanovich+Gumilev">Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev</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=468988" data-title="The Prophets de Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev" data-description="There are the modern prophets here, Though altars totally are felt, Their eyes are very deep and clear – In them, the flame of future set. For them, the calls of fame are alien, They’re pressed by mass and depth of words, All they are frig..."></div> </div> </div>

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