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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song of Honour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I climbed a hill as light fell short, <br>And rooks came home in scramble sort, <br>And filled the trees and flapped and fought <br>And sang themselves to sleep; <br>An owl from nowhere with no sound <br>Swung by and soon was nowhere found, <br>I heard him calling half-way round, <br>Holloing loud and deep; <br>A pair of stars, faint pins of light, <br>Then many a star, sailed into sight, <br>And all the stars, the flower of night, <br>Were round me at a leap; <br>To tell how still the valleys lay <br>I heard a watchdog miles away, <br>And bells of distant sheep. <br>I heard no sound of bird or bell, <br>The mastiff in a slumber fell, <br>I stared into the sky, <br>As wondering men have always done <br>Since beauty and the stars were one <br>Though none so hard as I. <br>It seemed, so still the valleys were, <br>As if the whole world knelt at prayer, <br>Save me and me alone; <br>So pure and wide that silence was <br>I feared to bend a blade of grass, <br>And there I stood like stone. <br>There, sharp and sudden, there I heard - <br>Ah! some wild lovesick singing bird <br>Woke singing in the trees? <br>The nightingale and babble-wren <br>Were in the English greenwood then, <br>And you heard one of these? <br>The babble-wren and nightingale <br>Sang in the Abyssinian vale <br>That season of the year! <br>Yet, true enough, I heard them plain, <br>I heard them both again, again, <br>As sharp and sweet and clear <br>As if the Abyssinian tree <br>Had thrust a bough across the sea, <br>Had thrust a bough across to me <br>With music for my ear! <br>I heard them both, and oh! I heard <br>The song of every singing bird <br>That sings beneath the sky, <br>And with the song of lark and wren <br>The song of mountains, moths and men <br>And seas and rainbows vie! <br>I heard the universal choir, <br>The Sons of Light exalt their Sire <br>With universal song, <br>Earth's lowliest and loudest notes, <br>Her million times ten million throats <br>Exalt Him loud and long, <br>And lips and lungs and tongues of Grace <br>From every part and every place <br>Within the shining of His face, <br>The universal throng. <br>I heard the hymn of being sound <br>From every well of honour found <br>In human sense and soul: <br>The song of poets when they write <br>The testament of Beauty sprite <br>Upon a flying scroll, <br>The song of painters when they take <br>A burning brush for Beauty's sake <br>And limn her features whole - <br>The song of men divinely wise <br>Who look and see in starry skies <br>Not stars so much as robins' eyes, <br>And when these pale away <br>Hear flocks of shiny pleiades <br>Among the plums and apple trees <br>Sing in the summer day - <br>The song of all both high and low <br>To some blest vision true, <br>The song of beggars when they throw <br>The crust of pity all men owe <br>To hungry sparrows in the snow, <br>Old beggars hungry too - <br>The song of kings of kingdoms when <br>They rise about their fortune Men, <br>And crown themselves anew - <br>The song of courage, heart and will <br>And gladness in a fight, <br>Of men who face a hopeless hill <br>With sparking and delight, <br>The bells and bells of song that ring <br>Round banners of a cause or king <br>From armies bleeding white - <br>The song of sailors every one <br>When monstrous tide and tempest run <br>At ships like bulls at red, <br>When stately ships are twirled and spun <br>Like whipping tops and help there's none <br>And mighty ships ten thousand ton <br>Go down like lumps of lead - <br>And song of fighters stern as they <br>At odds with fortune night and day, <br>Crammed up in cities grim and grey <br>As thick as bees in hives, <br>Hosannas of a lowly throng <br>Who sing unconscious of their song, <br>Whose lips are in their lives - <br>And song of some at holy war <br>With spells and ghouls more dread by far <br>Than deadly seas and cities are <br>Or hordes of quarrelling kings - <br>The song of fighters great and small, <br>The song of pretty fighters all <br>And high heroic things - <br>The song of lovers - who knows how <br>Twitched up from place and time <br>Upon a sigh, a blush, a vow, <br>A curve or hue of cheek or brow, <br>Borne up and off from here and now <br>Into the void sublime! <br>And crying loves and passions still <br>In every key from soft to shrill <br>And numbers never done, <br>Dog-loyalties to faith and friend, <br>And loves like Ruth's of old no end, <br>And intermission none - <br>And burst on burst for beauty and <br>For numbers not behind, <br>From men whose love of motherland <br>Is like a dog's for one dear hand, <br>Sole, selfless, boundless, blind - <br>And song of some with hearts beside <br>For men and sorrows far and wide, <br>Who watch the world with pity and pride <br>And warm to all mankind - <br>And endless joyous music rise <br>From children at their play, <br>And endless soaring lullabies <br>From happy, happy mothers' eyes, <br>And answering crows and baby-cries, <br>How many who shall say! <br>And many a song as wondrous well <br>With pangs and sweets intolerable <br>From lonely hearths too grey to tell, <br>God knows how utter grey! <br>And song from many a house of care <br>When pain has forced a footing there <br>And there's a Darkness on the stair <br>Will not be turned away - <br>And song - that song whose singers come <br>With old kind tales of pity from <br>The Great Compassion's lips, <br>That makes the bells of Heaven to peal <br>Round pillows frosty with the feel <br>Of Death's cold finger tips - <br>The song of men all sorts and kinds, <br>As many tempers, moods and minds <br>As leaves are on a tree, <br>As many faiths and castes and creeds, <br>As many human bloods and breeds <br>As in the world may be; <br>The song of each and all who gaze <br>On Beauty in her naked blaze, <br>Or see her dimly in a haze, <br>Or get her light in fitful rays <br>And tiniest needles even, <br>The song of all not wholly dark, <br>Not wholly sink in stupor stark <br>Too deep for groping Heaven - <br>And alleluias sweet and clear <br>And wild with beauty men mishear, <br>From choirs of song as near and dear <br>To Paradise as they, <br>The everlasting pipe and flute <br>Of wind and sea and bird and brute, <br>And lips deaf men imagine mute <br>In woods and stone and clay, <br>The music of a lion strong <br>That shakes a hill a whole night long, <br>A hill as loud as he, <br>The twitter of a mouse among <br>Melodious greenery, <br>The ruby's and the rainbow's song, <br>The nightingale's - all three, <br>The song of life that wells and flows <br>From every leopard, lark and rose <br>And everything that gleams or goes <br>Lack-lustre in the sea. <br>I heard it all, each, every note <br>Of every lung and tongue and throat, <br>Ay, every rhythm and rhyme <br>Of everything that lives and loves <br>And upward, ever upward moves <br>From lowly to sublime! <br>Earth's multitudinous Sons of Light <br>I heard them lift their lyric might <br>With each and every chanting sprite <br>That lit the sky that wondrous night <br>As far as eye could climb! <br>I heard it all, I heard the whole <br>Harmonious hymn of being roll <br>Up through the chapel of my soul <br>And at the altar die, <br>And in the awful quiet then <br>Myself I heard, Amen, Amen, <br>Amen I heard me cry! <br>I heard it all and then although <br>I caught my flying senses, Oh, <br>A dizzy man was I! <br>I stood and stared; the sky was lit, <br>The sky was stars all over it, <br>I stood, I knew not why, <br>Without a wish, without a will, <br>I stood upon that silent hill <br>And stared into the sky until <br>My eyes were blind with stars and still <br>I stared into the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Hodgson">Ralph Hodgson</a><div class=q>
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And rooks came home in scramble sort, 
And filled the trees and flapped and fought 
And sang themselves to sleep; 
An owl from nowhere with no sound 
Swung by and soon was nowhere found, 
I heard him calling ..."></div>
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