<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn of Apollo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,<br>Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,<br>From the broad moonlight of the sky,<br>Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,--<br>Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn,<br>Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome,<br>I walk over the mountains and the waves,<br>Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;<br>My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves<br>Are filled with my bright presence, and the air<br>Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill<br>Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;<br>All men who do or even imagine ill<br>Fly me, and from the glory of my ray<br>Good minds and open actions take new might,<br>Until diminished by the reign of Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,<br>With their ethereal colors; the Moon's globe,<br>And the pure stars in their eternal bowers,<br>Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;<br>Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine,<br>Are portions of one power, which is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven;<br>Then with unwilling steps I wander down<br>Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;<br>For grief that I depart they weep and frown:<br>What look is more delightful than the smile<br>With which I soothe them from the western isle?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>I am the eye with which the Universe<br>Beholds itself, and knows it is divine;<br>All harmony of instrument or verse,<br>All prophecy, all medicine, is mine,<br>All light of art or nature; - to my song<br>Victory and praise in its own right belong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</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=478192" data-title="Hymn of Apollo de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="I. The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries, From the broad moonlight of the sky, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,-- Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams and that the m..."></div> </div> </div>

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