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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),<br>My figured descant hides the simple theme:<br>Or in another wise reproving, say<br>I ill observe thine own high reticent way.<br>Oh, pardon, that I testify of thee<br>What thou couldst never speak, nor others be!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet (for the book is not more innocent<br>Of what the gazer's eyes makes so intent),<br>She will but smile, perhaps, that I find my fair<br>Sufficing scope in such strait theme as her.<br>'Bird of the sun! the stars' wild honey-bee!<br>Is your gold browsing done so thoroughly?<br>Or sinks a singed wing to narrow nest in me?'<br>(Thus she might say: for not this lowly vein<br>Out-deprecates her deprecating strain.)<br>Oh, you mistake, dear lady, quite; nor know<br>Ether was strict as you, its loftiness as low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The heavens do not advance their majesty<br>Over their marge; beyond his empery<br>The ensigns of the wind are not unfurled,<br>His reign is hooped in by the pale o' the world.<br>'Tis not the continent, but the contained,<br>That pleasaunce makes or prison, loose or chained.<br>Too much alike or little captives me,<br>For all oppression is captivity.<br>What groweth to its height demands no higher;<br>The limit limits not, but the desire.<br>Give but my spirit its desired scope, -<br>A giant in a pismire, I not grope;<br>Deny it,--and an ant, with on my back<br>A firmament, the skiey vault will crack.<br>Our minds make their own Termini, nor call<br>The issuing circumscriptions great or small;<br>So high constructing Nature lessons to us all:<br>Who optics gives accommodate to see<br>Your countenance large as looks the sun to be,<br>And distant greatness less than near humanity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We, therefore, with a sure instinctive mind,<br>An equal spaciousness of bondage find<br>In confines far or near, of air or our own kind.<br>Our looks and longings, which affront the stars,<br>Most richly bruised against their golden bars,<br>Delighted captives of their flaming spears,<br>Find a restraint restrainless which appears<br>As that is, and so simply natural,<br>In you;--the fair detention freedom call,<br>And overscroll with fancies the loved prison-wall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such sweet captivity, and only such,<br>In you, as in those golden bars, we touch!<br>Our gazes for sufficing limits know<br>The firmament above, your face below;<br>Our longings are contented with the skies,<br>Contented with the heaven, and your eyes.<br>My restless wings, that beat the whole world through,<br>Flag on the confines of the sun and you;<br>And find the human pale remoter of the two.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a></strong></div>