<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song #7.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, too, shall know that I have prayed<br>Beneath the mystic tree<br>Whose branches at the first were made<br>Out of God's memory.<br>Beneath those boughs my soul has knelt,<br>And each leaf bending down<br>Stirred with my heart, as it had felt<br>A rapture like its own.<br>I dared not touch the holy thing,<br>But made my prayer a breath<br>Intense as is the passioning<br>Of lover gone to death —<br>Who sees the dark flood he must cross<br>Without his love afar,<br>And bears with him that bitter loss<br>'Where the Eternal are.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</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=506696" data-title="Song #7. de Robert Crawford" data-description="You, too, shall know that I have prayed Beneath the mystic tree Whose branches at the first were made Out of God's memory. Beneath those boughs my soul has knelt, And each leaf bending down Stirred with my heart, as it had felt A rapture like its ..."></div> </div> </div>

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