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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below the bottom of the great Abyss, <br>There where one centre reconciles all things,<br>The world's profound heart pants; there placed is<br>Mischief's old Master! close about him clings<br>A curled knot of embracing snakes, that kiss<br>His correspondent cheeks: these loathsome strings<br>Hold the perverse prince in eternal ties,<br>Fast bound since first he forfeited the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven's golden-winged herald late he saw<br>To a poor Galilean virgin sent;<br>How long the bright youth bowed, and with what awe<br>Immortal flowers to her fair hand present:<br>He saw the old Hebrew's womb neglect the law<br>Of age and barrenness; and her Babe prevent <br>His birth by his devotion, who began<br>Betimes to be a saint before a man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, on the other side, fain would he start <br>Above his fears, and think it cannot be:<br>He studies Scripture, strives to sound the heart<br>And feel the pulse of every prophecy,<br>He knows, but knows not how, or by what art<br>The heaven-expecting ages hope to see<br>A mighty Babe, whose pure, unspotted birth<br>From a chaste virgin womb should bless the earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But these vast mysteries his senses smother,<br>And reason, - for what's faith to him! - devour, <br>How she that is a maid should prove a mother,<br>Yet keep inviolate her virgin flower:<br>How God's eternal Son should be man's brother,<br>Poseth his proudest intellectual power;<br>How a pure spirit should incarnate be,<br>And life itself wear death's frail livery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the great angel-blinding light should shrink<br>His blaze, to shine in a poor shepherd's eye;<br>That the unmeasured God so low should sink<br>As prisoner in a few poor rags to lie; milk should drink,<br>Who feeds with nectar Heaven's fair family; <br>That a vile manger his low bed should prove<br>Who in a throne of stars thunders above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That He whom the sun serves, should faintly peep<br>Through clouds of infant flesh: that He the old<br>Eternal Word would be a child, and weep;<br>That He who made the fire should feel the cold;<br>That Heaven's high Majesty his court should keep<br>In a clay-cottage, by each blast controlled:<br>That Glory's self should serve our griefs and fears:<br>And free Eternity submit to years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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A curled knot of embracing snakes, that kiss
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