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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last I entered a long dark gallery,<br>Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side<br>Were the bodies of men from far and wide<br>Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The sense of waiting here strikes strong;<br>Everyone's waiting, waiting, it seems to me;<br>What are you waiting for so long? --<br>What is to happen?" I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O we are waiting for one called God," said they,<br>"(Though by some the Will, or Force, or Laws;<br>And, vaguely, by some, the Ultimate Cause;)<br>Waiting for him to see us before we are clay.<br>Yes; waiting, waiting, for God to know it." ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"To know what?" questioned I.<br>"To know how things have been going on earth and below it:<br>It is clear he must know some day."<br>I thereon asked them why.<br>"Since he made us humble pioneers<br>Of himself in consciousness of Life's tears,<br>It needs no mighty prophecy<br>To tell that what he could mindlessly show<br>His creatures, he himself will know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"By some still close-cowled mystery<br>We have reached feeling faster than he,<br>But he will overtake us anon,<br>If the world goes on."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529484" data-title="Fragment de Thomas Hardy" data-description="At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from far and wide Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead. "The sense of waiting here strikes strong; Everyone's waiting, waiting, it s..."></div> </div> </div>
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