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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gloria Mundi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold, <br>Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke, <br>I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold, <br>With eyes like one from filthy dreams awoke, <br>Who stares upon the daylight in despair <br>For very terror of the nothing there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This beast in one flat hand clutched vulture-wise <br>A glittering image of itself in jet, <br>And with the other groped about its eyes <br>To drive away the dreams that pestered it; <br>And never ceased its coils to toss and beat <br>The mire encumbering its feeble feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sharp was its hunger, though continually <br>It seemed a cud of stones to ruminate, <br>And often like a dog let glittering lie <br>This meatless fare, its foolish gaze to sate; <br>Once more convulsively to stoop its jaw, <br>Or seize the morsel with an envious paw. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Indeed, it seemed a hidden enemy <br>Must lurk within the clouds above that bank, <br>It strained so wildly its pale, stubborn eye, <br>To pierce its own foul vapours dim and dank; <br>Till, wearied out, it raved in wrath and foam, <br>Daring that Nought Invisible to come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ay, and it seemed some strange delight to find <br>In this unmeaning din, till, suddenly, <br>As if it heard a rumour on the wind, <br>Or far away its freer children cry, <br>Lifting its face made-quiet, there it stayed, <br>Till died the echo its own rage had made. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That place alone was barren where it lay; <br>Flowers bloomed beyond, utterly sweet and fair; <br>And even its own dull heart might think to stay <br>In livelong thirst of a clear river there, <br>Flowing from unseen hills to unheard seas, <br>Through a still vale of yew and almond trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And then I spied in the lush green below <br>Its tortured belly, One, like silver, pale, <br>With fingers closed upon a rope of straw, <br>That bound the Beast, squat neck to hoary tail; <br>Lonely in all that verdure faint and deep, <br>He watched the monster as a shepherd sheep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I marvelled at the power, strength, and rage <br>Of this poor creature in such slavery bound; <br>Fettered with worms of fear; forlorn with age; <br>Its blue wing-stumps stretched helpless on the ground; <br>While twilight faded into darkness deep, <br>And he who watched it piped its pangs asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</a><div class=q>
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Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke, 
I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold, 
With eyes like one from filthy dreams awoke, 
Who stares upon the daylight in despair 
For very terror of the nothing there..."></div>
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