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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soul’s Mutiny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a galley passing to the West,<br>Its silken sails aglow as if with blood,<br>When the red sun dropped down into his nest,<br>And hurled his level spears across the flood.<br>And at its prow a mighty woman stood<br>With braided locks of blackest ebony,<br>While from the thick--fringed eyes her haughty mood<br>Flashed forth in all disdainful majesty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she was tall and vestured like a queen,<br>And from her shoulders in imperial fold<br>A stripèd tunic, wrought of black and green<br>With strange device of dragons manifold,<br>Fell to her waist and rippled o'er with gold,<br>Where caught up in a girdle loosely bound,<br>Then freely down in potent masses rolled<br>And clung about her feet and clasped the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever and anon, with gracious smile<br>Lighting the royal sculpture of her face,<br>She gave commands. And each his joyful toil<br>Plied at her word, and with redoubled grace<br>Bent to his oar, and working still in place<br>Did all her bidding. And the ship moved on<br>As one which, wagered in a mighty race,<br>Sailed surely to the front and surely won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And next I saw a slender child who seemed<br>Sprung from the river god's unearthly dew,<br>And in his face the light of wisdom gleamed<br>And round about in flashing circles flew.<br>And he arose and whispered to the few<br>Who sat beside him, and to each in turn<br>He told his counsel thus to all the crew<br>In honied words which I had wished to learn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at his voice each rower dropped his oar,<br>And the sail flapped unguided on the mast,<br>And discord rose, the while upon the shore<br>Drifted the galley down the current fast.<br>And she who stood upon the prow had cast<br>Her angry words upon the storm in vain,<br>Though her deep tones came pealing down the blast<br>As though the heavens should be rent in twain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I marked her, when she first espied<br>The fair child which had made this harm to be.<br>There was great wonder mingled with her pride<br>That one so tenderly designed as he<br>Should dare dispute with her old mastery.<br>And yet nor anger nor proud looks might quell<br>The fearless eyes which smiled out mutiny,<br>Till her own heart seemed stricken with the spell,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With wonderment fast quickening to dismay,<br>And a dull rage which smouldered 'neath her brows.<br>And then rage, wonder, pride did fade away<br>Before the cruel thought which lastly rose<br>From out her mad heart with colossal throes,<br>A thought so heavy--black that I did guess<br>It came full freighted with the immortal woes<br>Of an old god dethroned and heavenless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, sudden, with a shout, her arms she threw<br>High o'er her head, a torch in either hand,<br>And round the ship the flames triumphant flew,<br>The shrivelling sails fell low, while still she fanned<br>With tempest voice the leaping fire which spanned<br>The sinking galley with an arch of flame.<br>I heard her thunder forth her last command<br>And bid the traitors perish in their shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ship went down, and a sad cry arose,<br>Stifled with smoke and rushing waters in.<br>The silent stream, as heedless of men's woes,<br>Went on its way as they had never been.<br>The brave ship rots upon the ooze, I ween,<br>And naked limbs lie stark upon the shore,<br>Long ripples lap that angry--hearted queen<br>And wash those mutinous eyes for evermore.</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>
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Its silken sails aglow as if with blood,
When the red sun dropped down into his nest,
And hurled his level spears across the flood.
And at its prow a mighty woman stood
With braided locks of blackest ebony,
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