I’ve blogged this previously on an old blog, but reread it tonight and ahh it still gives me shivers: there is just something so powerful about someone’s words written over 200 years ago that can still reach into the depths of someone and grasp their heartstrings!
At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet,
Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat,
Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood;
And whilst the lifted murmur met his ear,
And o’er the distant billows the still eve
Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave
Tomorrow; of the friends he loved most dear;
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part;
But if, like me, he knew how fruitless all
The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide,
The world his country, and his God his guide.William Lisle Bowles
“Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide,
The world his country, and his God his guide.”
oh how I cant wait until i can quell the risings of my heart to brave the world as my country, God as my guide. I need to get out of this country soon.
[oh the desires of my heart]
-MissBrittan
Heart of Brittan 