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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Iceland First Seen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen;<br>Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide lea,<br>And black slope the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green:<br>And a peak rises up on the west from the meeting of cloud and of sea,<br>Foursquare from base unto point like the building of Gods that have been,<br>The last of that waste of the mountains all cloud-wreathed and snow-flecked and grey,<br>And bright with the dawn that began just now at the ending of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! what came we forth for to see that our hearts are so hot with desire?<br>Is it enough for our rest, the sight of this desolate strand,<br>And the mountain-waste voiceless as death but for winds that may sleep not nor tire?<br>Why do we long to wend forth through the length and breadth of a land,<br>Dreadful with grinding of ice, and record of scarce hidden fire,<br>But that there 'mid the grey grassy dales sore scarred by the ruining streams<br>Lives the tale of the Northland of old and the undying glory of dreams?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O land, as some cave by the sea where the treasures of old have been laid,<br>The sword it may be of a king whose name was the turning of fight;<br>Or the staff of some wise of the world that many things made and unmade,<br>Or the ring of a woman maybe whose woe is grown wealth and delight.<br>No wheat and no wine grows above it, no orchard for blossom and shade; <br>The few ships that sail by its blackness but deem it the mouth of a grave;<br>Yet sure when the world shall awaken, this too shall be mighty to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or rather, O land, if a marvel it seemeth that men ever sought<br>Thy wastes for a field and a garden fulfilled of all wonder and doubt,<br>And feasted amidst of the winter when the fight of the year had been fought,<br>Whose plunder all gathered together was little to babble about;<br>Cry aloud from thy wastes, O thou land, &quot;Not for this nor for that was I wrought.<br>Amid waning of realms and of riches and death of things worshipped and sure,<br>I abide here the spouse of a God, and I made and I make and endure.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Queen of the grief without knowledge, of the courage that may not avail,<br>Of the longing that may not attain, of the love that shall never forget,<br>More joy than the gladness of laughter thy voice hath amidst of its wail:<br>More hope than of pleasure fulfilled amidst of thy blindness is set;<br>More glorious than gaining of all thine unfaltering hand that shall fail:<br>For what is the mark on thy brow but the brand that thy Brynhild doth bear?<br>Love once, and loved and undone by a love that no ages outwear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! when thy Balder comes back, and bears from the heart of the Sun<br>Peace and the healing of pain, and the wisdom that waiteth no more;<br>And the lilies are laid on thy brow 'mid the crown of the deeds thou hast done;<br>And the roses spring up by thy feet that the rocks of the wilderness wore:<br>Ah! when thy Balder comes back and we gather the gains he hath won,<br>Shall we not linger a little to talk of thy sweetness of old,<br>Yea, turn back awhile to thy travail whence the Gods stood aloof to behold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide lea,
And black slope the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green:
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