<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all<br>That bound my grief to its ancestral ways.<br>I have passed out, as from a funeral,<br>From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze<br>Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days,<br>On the high road of life. Where I was thrall,<br>See, I am master, being passionless;<br>And, having nothing now, am lord of all.<br>How glorious is the world! Its infinite grace<br>Surprises me--and not as erst with fear,<br>But as one meets a woman face to face,<br>Loved once and unforgotten and still dear<br>In certain moods and seasons. So to me<br>The fair world smiles to--day, yet leaves me free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536308" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet IV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all That bound my grief to its ancestral ways. I have passed out, as from a funeral, From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days, On the high road of life. Where I..."></div> </div> </div>

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