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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broadstone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEAR FINVOY, COUNTY ANTRIM<br>We climbed by the old quarries to the wide highland of heath,<br>On the slope of a swale a giant dolmen,<br>Three heavy basalt pillars upholding the enormous skb,<br>Towers and abides as if time were nothing.<br>The hard stones are hardly dusted with lichen in nobody knows<br>What ages of autumns in this high solitude<br>Since a recordless tribe of an unknown race lifted them up<br>To be the availing hero's memorial,<br>And temple of his power. They gathered their slighter dead<br>from the biting<br>Winds of time in his lee, the wide moor<br>About him is swollen with barrows and breaks upon many stones,<br>Lean gray guardians of old urned ashes,<br>In waves on waves of purple heather and blithe spray of its bells.<br>Here lies the hero, more than half God,<br>And nobody knows his name nor his race, in the bee-bright<br>necropolis,<br>With the stone circle and his tribe around him.<br>Sometimes perhaps (but who'd confess it?) in soft adolescence<br>We used to wonder at the world, and have wished<br>To hear some final harmony resolve the discords of life?<br>Here they are all perfectly resolved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robinson+Jeffers">Robinson Jeffers</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=509075" data-title="The Broadstone de Robinson Jeffers" data-description="NEAR FINVOY, COUNTY ANTRIM We climbed by the old quarries to the wide highland of heath, On the slope of a swale a giant dolmen, Three heavy basalt pillars upholding the enormous skb, Towers and abides as if time were nothing. The hard stones are ..."></div> </div> </div>
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