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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Love Looked For Hell.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To heal his heart of long-time pain<br>One day Prince Love for to travel was fain<br>With Ministers Mind and Sense.<br>`Now what to thee most strange may be?'<br>Quoth Mind and Sense. `All things above,<br>One curious thing I first would see --<br>Hell,' quoth Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then Mind rode in and Sense rode out:<br>They searched the ways of man about.<br>First frightfully groaneth Sense.<br>`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear<br>To the top of the hill that hangeth above<br>And plucketh the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'<br>`Where?' quoth Love --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Not far, not far,' said shivering Sense<br>As they rode on. `A short way hence,<br>-- But seventy paces hence:<br>Look, King, dost see where suddenly<br>This road doth dip from the height above?<br>Cold blew a mouldy wind by me'<br>(`Cold?' quoth Love)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`As I rode down, and the River was black,<br>And yon-side, lo! an endless wrack<br>And rabble of souls,' sighed Sense,<br>`Their eyes upturned and begged and burned<br>In brimstone lakes, and a Hand above<br>Beat back the hands that upward yearned --'<br>`Nay!' quoth Love --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Yea, yea, sweet Prince; thyself shalt see,<br>Wilt thou but down this slope with me;<br>'Tis palpable,' whispered Sense.<br>-- At the foot of the hill a living rill<br>Shone, and the lilies shone white above;<br>`But now 'twas black, 'twas a river, this rill,'<br>(`Black?' quoth Love)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Ay, black, but lo! the lilies grow,<br>And yon-side where was woe, was woe,<br>-- Where the rabble of souls,' cried Sense,<br>`Did shrivel and turn and beg and burn,<br>Thrust back in the brimstone from above --<br>Is banked of violet, rose, and fern:'<br>`How?' quoth Love:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`For lakes of pain, yon pleasant plain<br>Of woods and grass and yellow grain<br>Doth ravish the soul and sense:<br>And never a sigh beneath the sky,<br>And folk that smile and gaze above --'<br>`But saw'st thou here, with thine own eye,<br>Hell?' quoth Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`I saw true hell with mine own eye,<br>True hell, or light hath told a lie,<br>True, verily,' quoth stout Sense.<br>Then Love rode round and searched the ground,<br>The caves below, the hills above;<br>`But I cannot find where thou hast found<br>Hell,' quoth Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There, while they stood in a green wood<br>And marvelled still on Ill and Good,<br>Came suddenly Minister Mind.<br>`In the heart of sin doth hell begin:<br>'Tis not below, 'tis not above,<br>It lieth within, it lieth within:'<br>(`Where?' quoth Love)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`I saw a man sit by a corse;<br>`Hell's in the murderer's breast: remorse!'<br>Thus clamored his mind to his mind:<br>Not fleshly dole is the sinner's goal,<br>Hell's not below, nor yet above,<br>'Tis fixed in the ever-damned soul --'<br>`Fixed?' quoth Love --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Fixed: follow me, would'st thou but see:<br>He weepeth under yon willow tree,<br>Fast chained to his corse,' quoth Mind.<br>Full soon they passed, for they rode fast,<br>Where the piteous willow bent above.<br>`Now shall I see at last, at last,<br>Hell,' quoth Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There when they came Mind suffered shame:<br>`These be the same and not the same,'<br>A-wondering whispered Mind.<br>Lo, face by face two spirits pace<br>Where the blissful willow waves above:<br>One saith: `Do me a friendly grace --'<br>(`Grace!' quoth Love)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Read me two Dreams that linger long,<br>Dim as returns of old-time song<br>That flicker about the mind.<br>I dreamed (how deep in mortal sleep!)<br>I struck thee dead, then stood above,<br>With tears that none but dreamers weep;'<br>`Dreams,' quoth Love;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower<br>That clung with pain and stung with power,<br>Yea, nettled me, body and mind.'<br>`'Twas the nettle of sin, 'twas medicine;<br>No need nor seed of it here Above;<br>In dreams of hate true loves begin.'<br>`True,' quoth Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'`Now strange,' quoth Sense, and `Strange,' quoth Mind,<br>`We saw it, and yet 'tis hard to find,<br>-- But we saw it,' quoth Sense and Mind.<br>Stretched on the ground, beautiful-crowned<br>Of the piteous willow that wreathed above,<br>`But I cannot find where ye have found<br>Hell,' quoth Love.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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One day Prince Love for to travel was fain
With Ministers Mind and Sense.
`Now what to thee most strange may be?'
Quoth Mind and Sense. `All things above,
One curious thing I first would see --
Hell,' quoth Lov..."></div>
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