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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509185" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seeker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GOOD People, by your fires to-night<br>Sit close and praise the red, red wood!<br>The wind is cold, the moon is white;<br>With me who wander 'tis not well; it is not well, but God is good.<br>'Fore birth I was foredoomed to roam,<br>To keep my soul and self apart,<br>An alien without hearth and home —<br>With me who wander 'tis not well; there is no warmth of fire or heart.<br>I mate with all the wandering winds<br>That roam across the wintry earth;<br>What time behind your close-drawn blinds<br>Your firelit faces smile and smile, I would that I might share their<br>mirth.<br>But if I entered I should sit<br>A wordless dreamer at your fire;<br>With heart unwarmed and eyes unlit,<br>I should be like a spectre there, shut off from you and your desire.<br>And yet, I would that I might warm<br>My heart and hands at your fire-glow;<br>But headlong seas and shouting storm<br>They thrill my blood, they fill my eyes, they call me forth, and I must<br>go.<br>Good People, maids and dames and sires,<br>Ye have your little woe and mirth;<br>Ye dream no dream; but there are spires<br>That point to stars, and still point on in spite of this dark, drawing<br>earth.<br>It is not well with me to-night,<br>And I by that strange shore would be<br>Where, 'twist day's last grey gleam and night,<br>A Wonder wanes that I alone of all the world must seek and see.<br>What cliffs they be, what sea rolls there,<br>I do not know; but, spirit-chained,<br>Lost visions fill me with despair,<br>And all the washed grey foreland speaks of some strange Wonder that<br>has waned.<br>Good People, bread and wine are good,<br>And all your visions goodly be.<br>But some may crave for other food,<br>And some are seekers from their birth, and dream of lights they shall<br>not see.<br>And there is he who fain would find<br>A Wonder by an alien shore:<br>Athwart the seas he speeds his mind,<br>But on the instant fades a light, and lo, the Wonder is no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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Sit close and praise the red, red wood!
The wind is cold, the moon is white;
With me who wander 'tis not well; it is not well, but God is good.
'Fore birth I was foredoomed to roam,
To keep my soul and self apar..."></div>
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