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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Indian Upon God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees,<br>My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees,<br>My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace<br>All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase<br>Each other round in circles, and heard the eldest speak:<br>Who holds the world between His bill and made us strong or weak<br>Is an undying moorfowl, and He lives beyond the sky.<br>The rains are from His dripping wing, the moonbeams from His eye.<br>I passed a little further on and heard a lotus talk:<br>Who made the world and ruleth it, He hangeth on a stalk,<br>For I am in His image made, and all this tinkling tide<br>Is but a sliding drop of rain between His petals wide.<br>A little way within the gloom a roebuck raised his eyes<br>Brimful of starlight, and he said: The Stamper of the Skies,<br>He is a gentle roebuck; for how else, I pray, could He<br>Conceive a thing so sad and soft, a gentle thing like me?<br>I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say:<br>Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay,<br>He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night<br>His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.</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> <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=537228" data-title="The Indian Upon God de William Butler Yeats" data-description="I PASSED along the water's edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees, My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase Each ot..."></div> </div> </div>
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