<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music At The Villa Marina</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR some abiding central source of power,<br>Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow<br>And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,<br>The vain tumultuous passions of the hour<br>Fleet fast and disappear; and as the sun<br>Shines on the wake of tempests, there is cast<br>O'er all the shattered ruins of my past<br>A strong contentment as of battles won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I cry in anguish, as I hear<br>The long drawn pageant of your passage roll<br>Magnificently forth into the night.<br>To yon fair land ye come from, to yon sphere<br>Of strength and love where now ye shape your flight,<br>O even wings of music, bear my soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye have the power, if but ye had the will,<br>Strong-smitten steady chords in sequence grand,<br>To bear me forth into that tranquil land<br>Where good is no more ravelled up with ill;<br>Where she and I, remote upon some hill<br>Or by some quiet river's windless strand,<br>May live, and love, and wander hand in hand,<br>And follow nature simply, and be still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From this grim world, where, sadly, prisoned, we<br>Sit bound with others' heart-strings as with chains,<br>And, if one moves, all suffer, - to that Goal,<br>If such a land, if such a sphere, there be,<br>Thither, from life and all life's joys and pains,<br>O even wings of music, bear my soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</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=507679" data-title="Music At The Villa Marina de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="FOR some abiding central source of power, Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, The vain tumultuous passions of the hour Fleet fast and disappear; and as the sun Shines on the wake of tempests, there ..."></div> </div> </div>

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