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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marianne's Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.<br>A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,<br>And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!<br>I know the secrets of the air,<br>And things are lost in the glare of day,<br>Which I can make the sleeping see,<br>If they will put their trust in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.<br>And thou shalt know of things unknown,<br>If thou wilt let me rest between<br>The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown<br>Over thine eyes so dark and sheen: <br>And half in hope, and half in fright,<br>The Lady closed her eyes so bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.<br>At first all deadly shapes were driven<br>Tumultuously across her sleep,<br>And o’er the vast cope of bending heaven<br>All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep;<br>And the Lady ever looked to spy<br>If the golden sun shone forth on high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.<br>And as towards the east she turned,<br>She saw aloft in the morning air,<br>Which now with hues of sunrise burned,<br>A great black Anchor rising there;<br>And wherever the Lady turned her eyes,<br>It hung before her in the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.<br>The sky was blue as the summer sea,<br>The depths were cloudless overhead,<br>The air was calm as it could be,<br>There was no sight or sound of dread,<br>But that black Anchor floating still<br>Over the piny eastern hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6.<br>The Lady grew sick with a weight of fear<br>To see that Anchor ever hanging,<br>And veiled her eyes; she then did hear<br>The sound as of a dim low clanging,<br>And looked abroad if she might know<br>Was it aught else, or but the flow<br>Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7.<br>There was a mist in the sunless air,<br>Which shook as it were with an earthquake’s shock,<br>But the very weeds that blossomed there<br>Were moveless, and each mighty rock<br>Stood on its basis steadfastly;<br>The Anchor was seen no more on high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8.<br>But piled around, with summits hid<br>In lines of cloud at intervals,<br>Stood many a mountain pyramid<br>Among whose everlasting walls<br>Two mighty cities shone, and ever<br>Through the red mist their domes did quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9.<br>On two dread mountains, from whose crest,<br>Might seem, the eagle, for her brood,<br>Would ne’er have hung her dizzy nest,<br>Those tower-encircled cities stood.<br>A vision strange such towers to see,<br>Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously,<br>Where human art could never be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10.<br>And columns framed of marble white,<br>And giant fanes, dome over dome<br>Piled, and triumphant gates, all bright<br>With workmanship, which could not come<br>From touch of mortal instrument,<br>Shot o’er the vales, or lustre lent<br>From its own shapes magnificent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">11.<br>But still the Lady heard that clang<br>Filling the wide air far away;<br>And still the mist whose light did hang<br>Among the mountains shook alway,<br>So that the Lady’s heart beat fast,<br>As half in joy, and half aghast,<br>On those high domes her look she cast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">12.<br>Sudden, from out that city sprung<br>A light that made the earth grow red;<br>Two flames that each with quivering tongue<br>Licked its high domes, and overhead<br>Among those mighty towers and fanes<br>Dropped fire, as a volcano rains<br>Its sulphurous ruin on the plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13.<br>And hark! a rush as if the deep<br>Had burst its bonds; she looked behind<br>And saw over the western steep<br>A raging flood descend, and wind<br>Through that wide vale; she felt no fear,<br>But said within herself, ’Tis clear<br>These towers are Nature’s own, and she<br>To save them has sent forth the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">14.<br>And now those raging billows came<br>Where that fair Lady sate, and she<br>Was borne towards the showering flame<br>By the wild waves heaped tumultuously.<br>And, on a little plank, the flow<br>Of the whirlpool bore her to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">15.<br>The flames were fiercely vomited<br>From every tower and every dome,<br>And dreary light did widely shed<br>O’er that vast flood’s suspended foam,<br>Beneath the smoke which hung its night<br>On the stained cope of heaven’s light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">16.<br>The plank whereon that Lady sate<br>Was driven through the chasms, about and about,<br>Between the peaks so desolate<br>Of the drowning mountains, in and out,<br>As the thistle-beard on a whirlwind sails—<br>While the flood was filling those hollow vales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17.<br>At last her plank an eddy crossed,<br>And bore her to the city’s wall,<br>Which now the flood had reached almost;<br>It might the stoutest heart appal<br>To hear the fire roar and hiss<br>Through the domes of those mighty palaces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">18.<br>The eddy whirled her round and round<br>Before a gorgeous gate, which stood<br>Piercing the clouds of smoke which bound<br>Its aery arch with light like blood;<br>She looked on that gate of marble clear,<br>With wonder that extinguished fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19.<br>For it was filled with sculptures rarest,<br>Of forms most beautiful and strange,<br>Like nothing human, but the fairest<br>Of winged shapes, whose legions range<br>Throughout the sleep of those that are,<br>Like this same Lady, good and fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">20.<br>And as she looked, still lovelier grew<br>Those marble forms;—the sculptor sure<br>Was a strong spirit, and the hue<br>Of his own mind did there endure<br>After the touch, whose power had braided<br>Such grace, was in some sad change faded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">21.<br>She looked, the flames were dim, the flood<br>Grew tranquil as a woodland river<br>Winding through hills in solitude;<br>Those marble shapes then seemed to quiver,<br>And their fair limbs to float in motion,<br>Like weeds unfolding in the ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">22.<br>And their lips moved; one seemed to speak,<br>When suddenly the mountains cracked,<br>And through the chasm the flood did break<br>With an earth-uplifting cataract:<br>The statues gave a joyous scream,<br>And on its wings the pale thin Dream<br>Lifted the Lady from the stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">23.<br>The dizzy flight of that phantom pale<br>Waked the fair Lady from her sleep,<br>And she arose, while from the veil<br>Of her dark eyes the Dream did creep,<br>And she walked about as one who knew<br>That sleep has sights as clear and true<br>As any waking eyes can view.</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>
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A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!
I know the secrets of the air,
And things are lost in the glare of day,
Which I can make the sleeping see,
If they will put their trust in me.

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And thou shalt know of things..."></div>
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