Author: Nike (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-23-06 15:01
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...one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is
escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless
dreariness, from the fetters of one\'s own ever-shifting desires. A finely
tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of
objective perception and thought. --Albert Einstein
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love\'s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol\'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov\'d that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov\'d, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow\'s form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
For shame! deny that thou bear\'st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov\'d of many,
But that thou none lov\'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess\'d with murderous hate,
That \'gainst thy self thou stick\'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodg\'d than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.