<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Unrest.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That which made us seems to fret<br>Like a pang within us yet,<br>As if we unfinished were,<br>Such blind gropings in us stir,<br>As light in an eye grown dim<br>That can no more finely limn<br>All the senses would impart<br>To the sad, mysterious heart,<br>Or an ear grown taut that can<br>No more tune the tones of man.<br>We are still such troubled elves,<br>As we were beside ourselves —<br>One with Him, it may be, who<br>Is as vexed as we are too<br>With a mystic malady<br>Running through Eternity!</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=506723" data-title="The Old Unrest. de Robert Crawford" data-description="That which made us seems to fret Like a pang within us yet, As if we unfinished were, Such blind gropings in us stir, As light in an eye grown dim That can no more finely limn All the senses would impart To the sad, mysterious heart, Or an ear gro..."></div> </div> </div>

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