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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here at the roots of the mountains, Between the sombre legions of cedars and tamaracks, The rapids charge the ravine: A little light, cast by foam under starlight, Wavers about the shimmering stems of the birches: Here rise up the clangorous sounds of battle, Immense and mournful. Far above curves the great dome of darkness Drawn with the limitless lines of the stars and the planets. Deep at the core of the tumult, Deeper than all the voices that cry at the surface, Dwells one fathomless sound, Under the hiss and cry, the stroke and the plangent clamour. O human heart that sleeps, Wild with rushing dreams and deep with sadness! The abysmal roar drops into almost silence, While over its sleep play in various cadence Innumerous voices crashing in laughter; Then rising calm, overwhelming, Slow in power, Rising supreme in utterance, It sways, and reconquers and floods all the spaces of silence, One voice, deep with the sadness, That dwells at the core of all things. There by a nest in the glimmering birches, Speaks a thrush as if startled from slumber, Dreaming of Southern ricefields, The moted glow of the amber sunlight, Where the long ripple roves among the reeds. Above curves the great dome of darkness, Scored with the limitless lines of the stars and the planets; Like the strong palm of God, Veined with the ancient laws, Holding a human heart that sleeps, Wild with rushing dreams and deep with the sadness, That dwells at the core of all things.
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