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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539826" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Princes' Quest - Part the Fifth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, being risen, the Prince in brief while went<br>Forth to the market-place, where babblement<br>Of them that bought and them that sold was one<br>Of many sounds in murmurous union-<br>buzzing as of bees about their hives,<br>With shriller gossiping of garrulous wives<br>Piping a tuneless treble thereunto:<br>In midst whereof he went his way as who<br>Looketh about him well before he buys,<br>To mark the manner of their merchandise;<br>Till chancing upon one who cried for sale<br>A horse, and seeing it well-limb'd and hale,<br>And therewithal right goodly to behold,<br>He bought the beast and paid the man in gold,<br>And having gotten him the needful gear<br>Rode from the market, nothing loth to hear<br>Its garrulous wives no longer, and the din<br>Of them that daily bought and sold therein.<br>So from the place he passed, and slowly down<br>Street after street betook him till the town<br>Behind him and the gates before him were,<br>And all without was cornland greenly fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the cornland wending many a mile,<br>And through the meadowland, he came erewhile<br>To where the highways parted, and no man<br>Was nigh to tell him whitherward they ran;<br>But while he halted all in doubtful mood,<br>An eagle, as if mourning for her brood<br>Stolen, above him sped with rueful cry;<br>And when that he perceived the fowl to fly<br>Plaining aloud, unto himself he said,<br>'Now shall yon mournful mother overhead<br>Instruct the wandering of my feet, and they<br>Shall follow where she leadeth:' and away<br>The bird went winging westward clamorously,<br>That westward even in her wake went he.<br>And it may be that in his heart there stirred<br>Some feeling as of fellowship with the bird;<br>For he, like her, was bound on a lone quest;<br>And for his feet, as for her wings, no rest<br>Might be, but only urgence of desire,<br>And one far goal that seemed not ever nigher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So through that country wended he his way,<br>Resting anights, till on the seventh day<br>He passed unwares into another land,<br>Whose people's speech he could not understand-<br>A tract o'er-run with tribes barbarian,<br>And blood-red from the strife of man with man:<br>And truly 'twas a thing miraculous<br>That one should traverse all that rude land thus,<br>And no man rid him of his gold, nor raise<br>A hand to make abridgment of his days;<br>But there was that about him could make men's<br>Hearts, ere they knew it, yield him reverence,-<br>Perchance a sovran something in his eye,<br>Whereat the fierce heart failed, it wist not why;-<br>Perchance that Fate which (hovering like a doubt<br>Athwart his being) hemmed him round about,<br>Gloomed as a visible shadow across his way,<br>And made men fearful. Be this as it may,<br>No harm befell him in that land, and so<br>He came at last to where the ebb and flow<br>Of other seas than he had wandered o'er<br>Upflung to landward an attempered roar;<br>And wandering downward to the beach, he clomb<br>To topmost of a tall grey cliff, wherefrom<br>He saw a smoke as of men's houses, far<br>Off, from a jutting point peninsular<br>Uprising: whence he deemed that there a town<br>Must surely be. And so he clambered down<br>The cliff, and getting him again to horse<br>Thither along the seabound held his course,<br>And reached that city about sunset-tide<br>The smoking of whose hearths he had espied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There at an hostel rested he, and there<br>Tarried the coming of the morn. But ere<br>He fell asleep that night, a wandering thought,<br>Through darkling byeways of the spirit brought,<br>Knock'd at his soul for entrance, whispering low<br>'What if to-night thou dream The Dream, and know<br>To-morrow, when thou wakest from that bliss,<br>The land wherein thou liest to be his<br>Who hath the mystic jewel in his keep?'<br>So, full of flattering hope he fell asleep,<br>And sleeping dreamed, but dreamed not that he would:<br>For at one time it seemed as if he stood<br>Alone upon a sterile neck of land,<br>Where round about him upon either hand<br>Was darkness, and the cry of a dark sea,<br>And worldwide vapours glooming thunderously;<br>And ever as he stood, the unstable ground<br>Slid from beneath his feet with a great sound,<br>Till he could find no foothold anywhere<br>That seemed not unsubstantial as the air.<br>At otherwhiles he wandered all alone<br>About a lonely land, and heard a moan<br>As of some bird that sang and singing grieved;<br>And peering all about the woods thick-leaved<br>If so he might espy the bird, he found<br>At length, after long searching, that the sound<br>Even from the bottom of his own heart came,<br>And unawares his own mouth sang the same.<br>And then in dream 'twas like as years went by,<br>And still he journeyed, hardly knowing why,<br>Till at the last a mist about him fell,<br>And if the mist were death he could not tell,<br>For after that he knew no more. And so<br>He slept until the cock began to crow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the gladful morn, that sendeth sick<br>Dreams flying, and all shapes melàncholic<br>That vex the slumbers of the love-distraught.<br>Unto his heart the merry morning brought<br>Cheer, and forewhisperings of some far-off rest,<br>When he should end in sweet that bitter quest.<br>But going forth that morn, and with his feet<br>Threading the murmurous maze of street and street,<br>All strangely fell upon him everywhere<br>The things he saw and heard of foul or fair.<br>The thronging of the folk that filled the ways;<br>The hubbub of the street and market-place;<br>The sound of heavy wain-wheels on the stones;<br>The comely faces and ill-favoured ones;<br>The girls with apple-cheeks and hair of gold;<br>The grey locks and the wrinkles of the old;-<br>All these remote and unfamiliar<br>Seem'd, and himself a something from afar,<br>Looking at men as shadows on the wall<br>And even the veriest shadow among them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now when all things dreamwise seemed to swim<br>About the dubious eyes and ears of him,<br>That nothing in the world might be believed,<br>It chanced that on a sudden he perceived<br>Where one that dealt in jewels sat within<br>His doorway, hearkening to the outer din,<br>As who cared no-wise to make fast his ears<br>Against the babble of the street-farers:<br>Whereat the merchant, seeing a stranger pass,<br>Guessed by his garb what countryman he was,<br>And giving him good-day right courteously<br>Bespake him in his mother-tongue; for he<br>Had wandered in his youth o'er distant seas<br>And knew full many lands and languages.<br>Wherefore with him the royal stranger fell<br>To talking cheerly, and besought him tell<br>Whence all his gems were had and costly things,<br>Talismans, amulets, and charmèd rings:<br>Whereto the other answered, They had come<br>Some from a country not far hence, and some<br>From out a land a thousand leagues away<br>To eastward, ev'n the birthplace of the Day,<br>The region of the sun's nativity;<br>And giving ear to this right readily<br>The Prince would fain be told of him the way<br>To that far homeland of the youngling Day.<br>So, being ask'd, the other answered, 'Sir,<br>There liveth but one master-mariner<br>Whose ship hath sailed so far: and that is he<br>Who hither brought the jewels thou dost see.<br>And now, as luck will have it for the nonce,<br>He wills to voyage thitherward but once<br>Before he die-for he is old like me-<br>And even this day se'nnight saileth he.<br>Wherefore if thou be fain to see that land,<br>There needeth only gold within thy hand:<br>For gold, if that it jingle true and clear,<br>Hath still a merry music for man's ear,<br>And where is he that hateth sound of it?'<br>So saying, the merchant bade the stranger sit,<br>But the Prince thanked him for his courtesy,<br>And went his way. And that day se'nnight he<br>Was sailing toward the far-off morningland,<br>And felt the skies about him like a band,<br>And heard the low wind uttering numerous noise,<br>And all the great sea singing as one voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q>
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Forth to the market-place, where babblement
Of them that bought and them that sold was one
Of many sounds in murmurous union-
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