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Skribent: ole bjørn
Emne: Re: Den Evige Filosofi
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Dette her af Tennyson passer nok bedre til Hansemands og andres manglende lyst til at flytte sig fra deres "havnekaj".
Crossing the Bar.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning at the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face,
When I have crost the bar.
:o)
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