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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fergus And The Druid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks,<br>And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,<br>First as a raven on whose ancient wings<br>Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed<br>A weasel moving on from stone to stone,<br>And now at last you wear a human shape,<br>A thin grey man half lost in gathering night.<br>Druid. What would you, king of the proud Red Branch kings?<br>Fergus. This would I Say, most wise of living souls:<br>Young subtle Conchubar sat close by me<br>When I gave judgment, and his words were wise,<br>And what to me was burden without end,<br>To him seemed easy, So I laid the crown<br>Upon his head to cast away my sorrow.<br>Druid. What would you, king of the proud Red Branch kings?<br>Fergus. A king and proud! and that is my despair.<br>I feast amid my people on the hill,<br>And pace the woods, and drive my chariot-wheels<br>In the white border of the murmuring sea;<br>And still I feel the crown upon my head<br>Druid. What would you, Fergus?<br>Fergus. Be no more a king<br>But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours.<br>Druid. Look on my thin grey hair and hollow cheeks<br>And on these hands that may not lift the sword,<br>This body trembling like a wind-blown reed.<br>No woman's loved me, no man sought my help.<br>Fergus. A king is but a foolish labourer<br>Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.<br>Druid. Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;<br>Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.<br>Fergus. I See my life go drifting like a river<br>From change to change; I have been many things --<br>A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light<br>Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,<br>An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,<br>A king sitting upon a chair of gold --<br>And all these things were wonderful and great;<br>But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.<br>Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow<br>Lay hidden in the small slate-coloured thing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,
First as a raven on whose ancient wings
Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed
A weasel moving on from stone to stone,
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