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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The True Romance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy face is far from this our war,<br> Our call and counter-cry,<br> I shall not find Thee quick and kind,<br> Nor know Thee till I die,<br> Enough for me in dreams to see<br> And touch Thy garments' hem:<br> Thy feet have trod so near to God<br> I may not follow them.<br> <br>Through wantonness if men profess<br> They weary of Thy parts,<br>E'en let them die at blasphemy<br> And perish with their arts;<br>But we that love, but we that prove<br> Thine excellence august,<br>While we adore discover more<br> Thee perfect, wise, and just.<br> <br>Since spoken word Man's Spirit stirred<br> Beyond his belly-need,<br>What is is Thine of fair design<br> In thought and craft and deed;<br>Each stroke aright of toil and fight,<br> That was and that shall be,<br>And hope too high, wherefore we die,<br> Has birth and worth in Thee.<br> <br>Who holds by Thee hath Heaven in fee<br> To gild his dross thereby,<br>And knowledge sure that he endure<br> A child until he die --<br>For to make plain that man's disdain<br> Is but new Beauty's birth --<br>For to possess in loneliness<br> The joy of all the earth.<br> <br>As Thou didst teach all lovers speech<br> And Life all mystery,<br>So shalt Thou rule by every school<br> Till love and longing die,<br>Who wast or yet the Lights were set,<br> A whisper in the Void,<br>Who shalt be sung through planets young<br> When this is clean destroyed.<br> <br>Beyond the bounds our staring rounds,<br> Across the pressing dark,<br>The children wise of outer skies<br> Look hitherward and mark<br>A light that shifts, a glare that drifts,<br> Rekindling thus and thus,<br>Not all forlorn, for Thou hast borne<br> Strange tales to them of us.<br> <br>Time hath no tide but must abide<br> The servant of Thy will;<br>Tide hath no time, for to Thy rhyme<br> The ranging stars stand still --<br>Regent of spheres that lock our fears,<br> Our hopes invisible,<br>Oh 'twas certes at Thy decrees<br> We fashioned Heaven and Hell!<br> <br>Pure Wisdom hath no certain path<br> That lacks thy morning-eyne,<br>And captains bold by Thee controlled<br> Most like to Gods design;<br>Thou art the Voice to kingly boys<br> To lift them through the fight,<br>And Comfortress of Unsuccess,<br> To give the dead good-night --<br> <br>A veil to draw 'twixt God His Law<br> And Man's infirmity,<br>A shadow kind to dumb and blind<br> The shambles where we die;<br>A rule to trick th' arithmetic<br> Too base of leaguing odds --<br>The spur of trust, the curb of lust,<br> Thou handmaid of the Gods!<br> <br>O Charity, all patiently<br> Abiding wrack and scaith!<br>O Faith, that meets ten thousand cheats<br> Yet drops no jot of faith!<br>Devil and brute Thou dost transmute<br> To higher, lordlier show,<br>Who art in sooth that lovely Truth<br> The careless angels know!<br> <br> Thy face is far from this our war,<br> Our call and counter-cry,<br> I may not find Thee quick and kind,<br> Nor know Thee till I die.<br> <br> Yet may I look with heart unshook<br> On blow brought home or missed --<br> Yet may I hear with equal ear<br> The clarions down the List;<br> Yet set my lance above mischance<br> And ride the barriere --<br> Oh, hit or miss, how little 'tis,<br> My Lady is not there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Our call and counter-cry,
 I shall not find Thee quick and kind,
 Nor know Thee till I die,
 Enough for me in dreams to see
 And touch Thy garments' hem:
 Thy feet have trod so near to God
 I may not follow them..."></div>
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