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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478344" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Spirits: An Allegory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIRST SPIRIT<br> O thou, who plum'd with strong desire <br> Wouldst float above the earth, beware!<br> A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire--<br> Night is coming!<br> Bright are the regions of the air,<br> And among the winds and beams<br> It were delight to wander there--<br> Night is coming!SECOND SPIRIT<br> The deathless stars are bright above;<br> If I would cross the shade of night,<br> Within my heart is the lamp of love,<br> And that is day!<br> And the moon will smile with gentle light<br> On my golden plumes where'er they move;<br> The meteors will linger round my flight,<br> And make night day.FIRST SPIRIT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken<br> Hail, and lightning, and stormy rain;<br> See, the bounds of the air are shaken--<br> Night is coming!<br> The red swift clouds of the hurricane<br> Yon declining sun have overtaken,<br> The clash of the hail sweeps over the plain--<br> Night is coming!SECOND SPIRIT</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I see the light, and I hear the sound;<br> I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark,<br> With the calm within and the light around<br> Which makes night day:<br> And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark,<br> Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound,<br> My moon-like flight thou then mayst mark<br> On high, far away.----</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some say there is a precipice<br> Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin<br> O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice<br> Mid Alpine mountains;<br> And that the languid storm pursuing<br> That winged shape, for ever flies<br> Round those hoar branches, aye renewing<br> Its a&euml;ry fountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some say when nights are dry and dear,<br> And the death-dews sleep on the morass,<br> Sweet whispers are heard by the traveller,<br> Which make night day:<br> And a silver shape like his early love doth pass<br> Upborne by her wild and glittering hair,<br> And when he awakes on the fragrant grass,<br> He finds night day.</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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 O thou, who plum'd with strong desire 
 Wouldst float above the earth, beware!
 A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire--
 Night is coming!
 Bright are the regions of the air,
 And among the winds and beams
 It were delight to wander ther..."></div>
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