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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Renaissance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy soul, forget thy self!<br>This that has haunted all the past,<br>That conjured disappointments fast,<br>That never could let well alone;<br>That, climbing to achievement's throne,<br>Slipped on the last step; this that wove<br>Dissatisfaction's clinging net,<br>And ran through life like squandered pelf:--<br>This that till now has been thy self<br>Forget, O happy soul, forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever thou didst aught commence,--<br>Set'st forth in springtide woods to rove,--<br>Or, when the sun in July throve,<br>Didst plunge into calm bay of ocean<br>With fine felicity in motion,--<br>Or, having climbed some high hill's brow,<br>Thy toil behind thee like the night,<br>Stoodst in the chill dawn's air intense;--<br>Commence thus now, thus recommence:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take to the future as to light.<br>Not as a bather on the shore<br>Strips of his clothes, glad soul, strip thou:<br>He throws them off, but folds them now;<br>Although he for the billows yearns,<br>To weight them down with stones he turns;<br>To mark the spot he scans the shore;<br>Of his return he thinks before.<br>Do thou forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All that, until this joy franchised thee,<br>Tainted thee, stained thee, or disguised thee;<br>For gladness, henceforth without let,<br>Be thou a body, naked, fair;<br>And be thy kingdom all the air<br>Which the noon fills with light;<br>And be thine actions every one,<br>Like to a dawn or set of sun,<br>Robed in an ample glory's peace;<br>Since thou hast tasted this great glee<br>Whose virtue prophesies in thee<br>That wrong is wholly doomed, is doomed and bound to cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Sturge+Moore">Thomas Sturge Moore</a><div class=q>
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This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
That, climbing to achievement's throne,
Slipped on the last step; this that wove
Dissatisfaction's clinging net..."></div>
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