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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star<br> In his steep course? So long he seems to pause<br> On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC,<br> The Arve and Arveiron at thy base<br> Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form!<br> Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,<br> How silently! Around thee and above<br> Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black,<br> An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it,<br> As with a wedge! But when I look again,<br> It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine,<br> Thy habitation from eternity!<br> O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,<br> Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,<br> Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer<br> I worshipped the Invisible alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,<br> So sweet, we know not we are listening to it,<br> Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought,<br> Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy:<br> Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused,<br> Into the mighty vision passing--there<br> As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Awake, my soul! not only passive praise<br> Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,<br> Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,<br> Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!<br> Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale!<br> O struggling with the darkness all the night,<br> And visited all night by troops of stars,<br> Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:<br> Companion of the morning-star at dawn,<br> Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn<br> Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!<br> Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth?<br> Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?<br> Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!<br> Who called you forth from night and utter death,<br> From dark and icy caverns called you forth,<br> Down those precipitous, black, jaggéd rocks,<br> For ever shattered and the same for ever?<br> Who gave you your invulnerable life,<br> Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,<br> Unceasing thunder and eternal foam?<br> And who commanded (and the silence came),<br> Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow<br> Adown enormous ravines slope amain--<br> Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,<br> And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!<br> Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!<br> Who made your glorious as the Gates of Heaven<br> Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun<br> Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers<br> Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?--<br> God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations,<br> Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!<br> God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!<br> Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!<br> And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,<br> And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!<br> Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest!<br> Yet eagles, play-mates of the mountain-storm!<br> Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!<br> Ye signs and wonders of the element!<br> Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks,<br> Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,<br> Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene<br> Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast--<br> Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou<br> That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low<br> In adoration, upward from thy base<br> Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears,<br> Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,<br> To rise before me--Rise, O ever rise,<br> Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth!<br> Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills,<br> Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven,<br> Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,<br> And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun<br> Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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 In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
 On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC,
 The Arve and Arveiron at thy base
 Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form!
 Risest from forth thy silent sea ..."></div>
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