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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written At Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is my quarrel with thee, beautiful sea,<br>That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,<br>Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do I hate thee, who art beautiful<br>Beyond all beauty, when the nights are cool,<br>And the stars fade because the moon is full?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do I hate thee? Thou art new and young,<br>And life is thine for loving, and thy tongue<br>Hath tones that I have known and loved and sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast a smile which would my smiling greet;<br>Thy brave heart beateth as my own doth beat,<br>And thou hast tears which should be true and sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art a creature, strong and fair and brave,<br>Such as I might have given the world to have<br>And love and cherish;--and thou art my slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have my home in thee. Thy arms enfold<br>Me all night long, and I am rocked and rolled,<br>And thou art never weary of thy hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art a woman in thy constancy,<br>And worthy better love than mine could be;<br>And yet, behold, I cannot suffer thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert dumb; if thou wert like the sky,<br>Which has not learned to speak our misery<br>In any voice less rude than the wind's cry;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert wholly young and didst not know<br>The secret of our ancient human woe,<br>Or if thou knewest it wholly as I know;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or yet if thou wert old with all these years;<br>If thou wert dull to hopes and loves and fears;<br>If thou wert blind and couldst not see our tears;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert bounded by some rocky shore,<br>And hadst not given thyself thus wholly o'er<br>To our poor single selves with all thy store;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert not in thy immensity,<br>A single circle circling with the sky,<br>Where we must still be centres changelessly;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert other than thou art; alas,<br>If thou wert not of water, but a mass<br>Of formless earth, a waveless plain of grass;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert shapeless as the mountains are;<br>If thou wert clad in some discordant wear;<br>If thou wert not so blue and trim and fair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert decked with towns and villages;<br>If there was heard, across the silent seas,<br>The music of church bells upon the breeze;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert this; or if thou wert not near,<br>But I could only sit apart and hear<br>The beating of thy waves, and find it drear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wild and quite unknown, and far from me;<br>Sea, if thou couldst no longer be the sea,<br>Then I could love thee as thou lovest me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wouldst have me love thee, beautiful sea,<br>Build up a wall of dark 'twixt thee and me;<br>Let me not see thee; call the night to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">League with the winds; rise up, and send them driven<br>To roll mad clouds about thy back at even.<br>Make thee a desolation of the heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shouldst compel me, with thy angry voice,<br>To choose 'twixt death and thee; and, at the choice,<br>If my cheek grew not pale, thou might'st rejoice,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I might love thee, oh thou monstrous sea;<br>But now I cannot love thy waves or thee,<br>Or bear thy beauty in my misery.</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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That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,
Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me?

Why do I hate thee, who art beautiful
Beyond all beauty, when the nights are cool,
And the stars fade because the moon..."></div>
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